Considering Everything … Thanks

The very idea that I’m here has its problems;
the mystery, the purpose, how oppressive
life can be at times. Still, relatively speaking,
thanks for the food, the clothes, the roof,
walls, etc., etc. Thanks for my particular brain,
without which I couldn’t find truth or beauty
or sense outside the dark part and without
which none of these thoughts could happen.

Thanks for the serendipity of family and
friends – love and life-sharing. And thanks
for the rest on the list. Why thanks? I don’t
know; perhaps it’s wishful.

So thanks to Whoever …