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.