...for the silence broken only by bird chirps; for my daughter who massages around the scar on my neck; for the grass and pollen and fur that make me sneeze yet beautify this earth; for the man who called me just to say he loves me; for the mother who taught me to laugh with my head back and my mouth open and my heart free; for the drug addict thief who gave me a good chuckle; for swell old David Cassidy tunes; for warm peanut butter cookies; for the early-morning hummingbird; for the tall sunflowers next door; for having been homeless; for having a cozy and lovely home; for having been in the gutter; and for this perfect now.
