oh thing that consoles

how clumsily i thank you

for kind homes in which to rest

for waking with friends

for breakfasts in bed

for clear minds and attentive reading

for the peacefulness of rain

for food that satisfies and treats my body well

for the invisible man humming behind the wall of mailboxes

for books that make me giggle out loud

for feeling like a misfit among the scientists

for peace, peace, peace

and a profound sense of being at home