January 13, 2020 | Leave a comment A Blessing To eat when you’re hungry To sleep when you’re tired To work with your hands For the growth of a peaceful tribe And finally to recognize The fragile gift Of the air around you Breath breathed before If you’re not expecting it, poetry can require some explanation. I wrote this in the airport during holiday travels. It arises from both a sense of exhaustion and the knowledge that I didn’t send Christmas cards this year. This is what I would have sent, what I wish for myself and for those I care for. So if you didn’t get a Christmas card from me, this is for you.