Thankful

I am blessed
For the complex cunudrum of sight
The lights of the world, the visual deserts
flashing pastries, neon candies
Filled the belly of my lenses with sweet sugar
For the gift of the body
Muscles giving me strength
Exerting my will in the physical canvis of reality
Painting it with my stride
Leaving marks on the great masterpiece
For the mind
It is my greatest treasure
Explorer of a space seemingly complex to infinity
The range of waters
So deep with knowledge
Vast with secrets
Waiting to be taken in by the gills
And fins and scales
Of the terrifying shark that I call a mind
I am thankful of my gifts
The times I take them for granted
Foolish
But I am thankful