• Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
    I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
    in the woods, the wood for fire,
    the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
    of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
    For the piano, the shovel
    for ashes, the moth-gnawed
    blankets, the stone-cold water
    stone-cold: thank you.
    Thank you, Lord, coming for
    to carry me here-where I'll gnash
    it out, Lord, where I'll calm
    and work, Lord, thank you
    for the goddamn birds singing!