Thanks to the world that says thanks!
Thanks to thanks
iron and snow!
The world is a threatening place
makes the rounds
from one pair of lips to another,
soft as a bright
and sweet as a petal of sugar,
filling the mouth with its sound
or else a mumbled
Life becomes human again:
it’s no longer an open window.
A bit of brightness
strikes into the forest,
and we can sing again beneath the leaves.
Thanks, you’re the medicine we take
to save us from the bit of scorn.
Your light brightens the altar of harshness.
a tapestry known
to far distant peoples.
into the wilds
and in the jungle
while the hustling train
sweeping away borders,
clinging to pointy
volcanoes, to fire and freezing cold,
or danke, yes! gracias,and
the world turns into a table:
a single word has wiped it clean,
plates and glasses gleam,
and the tablecloth is broad as a plain
Thank you, thanks,
for going out and returning,
for rising up
and settling down.
We know, thanks,
that you don’t fill every space-
you’re only a word-
where your little petal
the daggers of pride take cover
and the’s a penny’s worth of smiles.