A Blessing

To eat when you’re hungry
To sleep when you’re tired
To work with your hands
For the growth of a peaceful tribe

And finally to recognize
The fragile gift
Of the air around you
Breath breathed before

If you’re not expecting it, poetry can require some explanation. I wrote this in the airport during holiday travels. It arises from both a sense of exhaustion and the knowledge that I didn’t send Christmas cards this year. This is what I would have sent, what I wish for myself and for those I care for. So if you didn’t get a Christmas card from me, this is for you.