All've It by Matt Moberg, section 4

 ...continued

awe and soup.

 

awe and someone rubbing your back

when you are sick.

 

awe, and old couples at Target

arguing gently about avacados,

as if marriage is not one vow

but ten thousand errands

performed beside the person

who knows exactly 

how you like the cart pushed.

 

maybe gratitude 

was never meant to sound elegant.

 

maybe gratitude sounds like:

 

"damn.

that woodpecker is trying

to beat that tree from itself."

 

maybe gratitude sounds like:

 

"thank you, body, 

for continuing to drag me through this world

despite the many slim jims

i have done to you 

at gas stations."

 

maybe gratitude sounds like:

 

"thank you to to the dogs

who lose their entire minds

when we come home

as if we have returned from war

and not Walgreens."

 

for me, that might be my gospel.

 

...to be continued...