dark though it is

Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow for the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water looking out
in different directions.

with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us like the earth
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is

– W. S. Merwin

I’m not going to lie to you.  It feels dark right now.  I shared a line from this poem on Instagram last year, on the eve of my life plunging into even greater darkness.  And yet there is so much to say thank you for.  There is.

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