Already, still morning,
I have fed someone helpless
and attended to the needs of a dog
but as I walked
my little hobbling walk with her,
I failed to worship the sky.
As I ate precious cheese
I forgot to thank
the cows, farmers, microbes who made it.
The generous world grants me bounty
beyond measure every day,
yet I spend my time
regretting my losses,
a ship with its paint cracking,
neglecting to thank the ocean for its buoyancy.