Gratitude in a bunch of places

Today’s first moment of joy came on the bus, when a mom sat down with her glorious two-year-old son who started a five-way conversation in two languages.

I was on my way to have lunch with my mom–I’m always grateful to spend time with her even though I don’t spend nearly enough. And looking around today, I felt thankful for bodies, these mysterious machines that mostly keep us moving pretty well–despite any extra pounds and bad knees and knobby knuckles, bodies that keep working through time and fighting for us, doing their best against age and illness and plain gravity.

No photo today, and looking for poems, I found this one–a poem that is so much bigger than my quotidian day but too stunning not to share: Testimonial, by Rita Dove.