I Am Grateful

Days become dreams one pulled from out of the other

in this indelible spring i have seen what holds up the sky

i have learned how to close my eyes in sunlight

and to open them in shade

and to wait

 i have become a better man

searching once more for the light that sings inside of me

and finding it

an ocean leaps against the walls of my secret being

this passing season this season always passing

we are part of it forever

this poem is my thanks

—with images by Neruda (the subject is worthy) borrowed with a bow