on hearing that the world is
excessive
and not just scarce

this lily-air on a february night
and all the cats on ridgeview way
and always jobs and work and purpose
and love- well – an el nino year

and sky
in all her brilliant hues
and every bite a friend cooked that month

and even those who tormented and teased
they paid your bill that day

this is beyond just abundant,
as the goodman said
yes, all your teachers said

the landlady forgets arrears
the car breaks down and your mechanic begs to fix it

at least one hundred hands took you to school that day
the bank tellers smiling “enough funds” more than enough funds
students bringing jewels and sweets
breathless sex and breathfull wakes

how many poems woke you last night?

don’t even bother
counting your blessings
there is no number
as this high

Margaret Kruszewska©2005