Moved from a shack to a barn
Or know my "situation" might agree that Thomas Lux seems to have written a poem that I should have. That is, however, if I were capable.
"Poem in thanks"
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here -- where I'll gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!
I always wondered who might have lived in this shack before I did...