A stranger’s hands
a potter’s hands
shape: a teapot,
pools in lakes,
streams into rivers.
Men clad in jeans
and yellow vests bury
pipes that carry
water from mountain
lake to our front yard.
Another man, in
jeans that need a belt or
suspenders, squats before
an open cabinet, fiddles
with knobs, hoses, tools
until our tap flows
in brightly colored robes,
white scarves tied over
their heads, woven straw
baskets strapped to their
backs, sing to focus away
from heat and tedium.
Their fingers pluck flush
from shrubs. Later,
they lay leaves in sun
All this. All
might sit and share
a cup, a pot
Today, I am particularly grateful for the people I do not know whose work makes my life possible:
2730. The men and women who build and maintain the roads on which I drive.
2731. The folks at DreamHost who keep my website running.
2732. The folks at WordPress who make it so very easy to post content online.
2733. The gentleman who designed my blog template.
2735. The brilliant designers at Apple who created my MacBook (not to mention my iPhone).
2736. The men who built my house 99 years ago.
2737. The people through the decades who have cared for this house and kept it in trust for people like me who were to live in it after they left.
2738. The woman who tended a rose garden in my front yard for 44 years.
2739. The people who grow my food: they expose their lives and livelihoods to the elements. I am amazed by their trust and grateful for their work.
2740. The women who pick the leaves that get turned into my morning cup of tea.
Your turn: What are you thankful for?
Please list three or four (or ten!) things for which you’re grateful down in the comment box. Let’s lift up a hymn of grateful praise to the Giver of all good gifts!
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Linking today with Ann Voskamp, who inspired the gift list in the first place.
“All This” is a (sort of) found poem inspired by Danielle Gold’s story, “You and I Sit Down for Tea,” in the most recent issue of Ladybug magazine.
This post is offered as part of Tweetspeak Poetry’s found poem project, Tea for Two.