gratitude

before you knew there were things
like width and dimension
like subtlety and shape
you were pressed hard to the heart
with a sharp sensation
of suspension
if such a feeling might
be so characterized

and this suspension
which has followed your
every breath is only rooted
in the kindness
of the world
blossoming beneath your toes

and in the heat of the love
of your friends
your precious diamonds
your sacred enemies
and your every other
potential knowing
you fall flat
in the mid-air space
of living
quavering mumbling
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
thank you
stay