These are my gratitudes:
an inland that runs far solemn
tiding the far shore in prelude,
the premonition of a dark, liquid radiance
as soft as a humingbird's song.
your child-hands trembling and challenged.
driving the strangeness out of shape,
the cognitive becoming transparent, undisonant
droplets of specifity splashing
on the thighs of mathmatical pines.
and always your balance to me.
Stand in the year of your laugh
and do not a more thing awesome.
This mantle of your grace
teaches the braveness of love.