Thank You
By Ross Gay
If you find yourself half naked
and barefoot in the frosty grass, hearing,
again, the earth's great, sonorous moan that says
you are the air of the now and gone, that says
all you love will turn to dust,
and will meet you there, do not
raise your fist. Do not raise
your small voice against it. And do not
take cover. Instead, curl your toes
into the grass, watch the cloud
ascending from your lips. Walk
through the garden's dormant splendor.
Say only, thank you.
Thank you.
Copyright Credit: Ross Gay, "Thank You" from Against Which. Copyright © 2006 by Ross Gay. Reprinted by permission of CavanKerry Press Ltd., cavankerrypress.org.
Source: Against Which (CavanKerry Press Ltd., 2006)