Gratitude
Sometimes my eyes fill
with tears
of gratitude
for such simple things,
the candle,
the down comforter
wrapping me from the cold,
the crackle of fire
soon to heat the house,
the hot water flowing
into the tub outside,
the day's work done,
the spin of the washer
making the cabin vibrate,
the freedom to stop
the meditation
and write the poem,
the seamlessness
of this whole illusion.