Thank you.....................

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 will 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.

-Ross Gay