There is a place of joy
I’m not one of those saints
You see walking around beaming
Giving thanks, radiating peace.
Maybe I would, if I could walk, but
Still, sometimes a feeling comes
Beyond thanksgiving. Blown away.
Overwhelmed by the bounty I’ve been given.
Sometimes my life is like
Being treated to a global feast.
Sushi and salad, meats and breads
Fruits and vegetables, drinks and desserts
Samosas, noodles, soups from five countries
More than I ever dreamed.
Where did this come from? What did I
Do to deserve it?
Then if I’m lucky, I stop thinking
Stop wondering and give myself over
To tasting the feast, listening to the musicians
In a place beyond gratitude
Without guilt for those who do not have
In delight, like a saint on the street.