If that last post didn’t inspire you, here is one more that just might (also found in gratitude prayers):
She loves West Tenth Street on an
ordinary summer morning.
- Michael Cunningham, The Hours
And I love this ordinary summer afternoon,
sitting underneath my cherry tree full of overripe fruit,
too much for us to pick, an abbondanza of a tree,
I love this dark gray catbird singing its awkward
song, and the charcoal clouds promising rain
they don’t deliver. I love the poem I’ve been trying
to write for months, but can’t; I love the way
it’s going nowhere at all. I love the dried grass
that crackles when you walk on it,
leached of color, its own kind of fire.
Way off in the hedgerow, the musical olio
of dozens of birds, each singing its own song,
each beating its own measure. This is all there is:
the red cherries, the green leaves, sky like a pale
silk dress, and the rise and fall of the sweet
breeze. Sometimes, just what you have
manages to be enough.
- Barbara Crooker