Gratitude

I scatter seeds of gratitude over earth and time with every step. Thanks to fate for the time of being with you, the time when moment by moment the waves of your breath mingle with my trembling breaths. Thanks to the earth that set out toward your embrace. Thanks to the bench. To the window facing the corridor. To the steel door. I give thanks for the steel, for the panes of the windows, for the being of the steel door that brought you near — within a space of one by one — and made you one with my being, and you, holding me tight like this in your arms, kept me — my love — from falling into hell ...