Re-Filling the Vessel

It seems the more that poetry comes out of me, the more my mind conjures words fit for the page. 

I’d like to replace the complaints, the regret, the blaming in my mind, with more palpable gratefulness and awe.

I’d like to be in a near-constant state of bliss. Or at least… more deep contentment.

I think that sorrow can get me there, but not as much the complaining.

Grief feels like a cousin of love… complaining feels like a cousin of lack. Grief knows all there is to praise (thank you Martín Prechtel!). Complaining knows all there is to criticize. 

Please let me remember how lucky I am. 

Please unburden me from thoughts of different realities, thoughts of “what if.”

Please let me remember how lucky I am, to be here, to have what I have.

Please let my body become a vessel for wonder and thanks. I imagine what pours from that vessel will be beautiful.