Stepping outside, you neglect
once again to drop our jaw
and lift your face, flower-like
to the great blue beauty, to launch yourself
into the dazzle that is gracing you
with this one more chance not to forget
This poem has been on the marquee in my town for a long time. A wonderful mantra. I’m so glad it’s there. Because it’s so easy to forget. Remembering, that’s the trick. To notice, breathe, look up at this blue sky. What’s left is gratitude. Remembering. Grateful as I launch into the dazzle today, I am.