Unabashed Gratitude

Image resultToday, a happy poem for you.

I’ve kept my colorful copy of Ross Gay’s delightful Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude within arm’s reach on the corner of my desk for over a year now. Here I can easily grab it, open any page, and feel a healing breeze. It’s a bright book, full of Neruda-esque odes and celebrations for a damaged, dazzling world, and I highly recommend it.

Wedding Poem
By Ross Gay

   for Keith and Jen

Friends I am here to modestly report
seeing in an orchard
in my town
a goldfinch kissing
a sunflower
again and again
dangling upside down
by its tiny claws
steadying itself by snapping open
like an old-timey fan
its wings
again and again,
until, swooning, it tumbled off
and swooped back to the very same perch,
where the sunflower curled its giant
swirling of seeds
around the bird and leaned back
to admire the soft wind
nudging the bird’s plumage,
and friends I could see
the points on the flower’s stately crown
soften and curl inward
as it almost indiscernibly lifted
the food of its body
to the bird’s nuzzling mouth
whose fervor
I could hear from
oh 20 or 30 feet away
and see from the tiny hulls
that sailed from their
good racket,
which good racket, I have to say
was making me blush,
and rock up on my tippy-toes,
and just barely purse my lips
with what I realize now
was being, simply, glad,
which such love,
if we let it,
makes us feel.

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