e. e. cummings, a very cool poet, and a thankful sort of dude
thankful for amazing days,
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees,
and for the blue dream of sky
and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
yes to hot espresso in simple white mugs
yes to learning how to love that hurt
yes to gaining a second wind
to a well intended smirk
to a full supply of good shampoo
and to the heavy footed upstairs neighbor who has given in to the morning stillness.
i immerse myself in yes
YES is out there waiting for you too.