Catalog of Cures
Wild sweetpeas grow along abandoned curbs
At 4am, roused by birdsong
Try to draw, try to sing, try a new you
Along a chain link fence, a clutch of roses grow in a perfect bouquet
In the distance you see a runner gliding, as if weightless,
as if ease is for anyone who believes in light
A friend brings bubbles
A thrush of balsam root on a slope
The ting ting ting of ice in a glass
I find a recipe in my mother's scrawl
The letter we keep writing ourselves
Twilight, dusk, dawn — the hush of changing light
Ghosts fade, and memories are made and remade
What we recall depends on us
We would give anything for what we have, writes Tony
Some days in summer, when you are tired and aching
and if you are lucky and looking
the world offers to you a cascade of cures
— Drew Myron
It’s Thankful Thursday. Please join me in a weekly pause to express appreciation for people, places, things & more. From the small to the immense, the world contracts and expands in relation to our gratitude. What are you thankful for today?
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