Good morning!
It’s Thursday. I’d like to send you out into the world with a poem, if I may?
It’s by Ross Gay, and it’s called, “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 love will turn to dust,
and will meet you …