Gratitude in Tens
By: Taya Boyles
One body
That sustains
My impulse and reckless abandon
Two sturdy legs
That extend and root me when I am unstable
Three faucets that run
With clean water
That cascades in ton
At my convenience
Four doors
Locked and secured
To embolden my expression
Five fingers that
Wrap around mine
During the turbulence
Six sparkling lights
A chandelier to guide
Even the darkest
Of night
Seven snowballs thrown
Juxtaposed by the chocolate oak
That I had climbed
To its peak
During careless hide and seek
I counted
Eight neighboring houses are lest
Surrounded I felt free
Nine lives the wearied
Guardian angel has lent
For those who owe nothing
Yet are eager to be bent
In hopes of the outcomes
For the ten fingers
That is pushed to transcribe
The human experience
The ability for a connection of transcendence
These glimpses of nirvana happen every day
In a stranger smile or the rosy fauna.