Bless the Sonicare toothbrush
and the dark oils from my hand
smudging the white plastic. Bless this
Pike Place Market cup I bought at a yard sale
for 25ȼ because the handle was cracked.
Bless Super Glue that fixes cracks
and the ashtray I made in high school
ceramics that I dropped in my 20s.
Bless the Pantene 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner
that streamlines my shower and the soft
quick-dry turquoise towel that touches me
head to toe. Bless the stretchy New Balance
black shorts I slip into and have for close to 10 years,
the ones with the built-in briefs so I can
be commando, free of extra elastic of briefs, the shorts
I’ve searched to replace on Amazon and Ebay
with no luck. Bless the 80% cotton t-shirt with turquoise
rain cloud on the chest I pull over my head.
Bless the Berber carpet, installed 20 years ago,
for padding the floors softly as I walk
down the hall to the kitchen for coffee
and for holding on for another few years.
Bless the Keurig coffee maker for the squeals
it makes with my morning cup, careless
of the waste it sends through my hands
to the landfill. Bless my daughter for
surviving the pain she suffered when I left her
with her dad for 8 months that she calls a year
because it was so longer for her than for me and for
loving her mother despite it. Bless all the little fawns
in the forests who wait under shrubs
for their moms to come back.