thanks

All things are full of gods, eh thales?

Does this include us and our filthy thumbs?

It is not a problem of perception for me now,

but rather how to react to continual deities.

I'm beginning to understand why some live perpetually

on their knees.

We'll never be able to say thanks enough.

I pass on my gratitude to the birds,

so that they may pass theirs on to the berries,

so that they can nod cheers to the sugar,

which, when warm, will make them into jam,

which I'll take and coat on the wafer.

Drink the cordial too.

Then kneel and harvest more.