For my old car that rumbles and rattles with such comforting consistency, making every ride an adventure. Should I ever need them, there are snacks and pens and dimes hidden in every crevice. You can't pay for the kind of friendship we have. I wouldn't want to.

For a job that is exercise to my soul, leaving me mostly out of breath but ever so alive. No matter how unqualified or inadequate I feel, I can't seem to imagine doing anything else.

For the three people who've put up with me for 22 years. They deserve Nobel Peace prizes. I love them more than anything in the world.

For poetry; how I often selfishly feel that God created it just for me because it is so unspeakably beautiful.

For love that I can wear like a baggy sweatshirt and be lost inside the warmth of. How romantic to create such unimaginably expansive heavens so that He could tell me His love reaches beyond even these.

These are my happy thanksgivings. Cheers:)

I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk when you are most
yourself. I imagine the houses:
It has been raining, but the rain
is done and the children kept home
have begun opening their doors.

-Robley Wilson