Gratitudes, randomized

Found poem I found while looking (in vain) for some sort of narrative consistency in my journals

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I am grateful I can share my feelings with total strangers (sometimes)
I am grateful for my muscles, carrying me into the cold, heating and moving the mineral core of me, the stone temple at the heart of me
I am grateful for all these light-footed, soft-spoken nurses
I am grateful for the climate, still stable-ish despite our best efforts
I am grateful I can care for my sick brother with these hands
I am grateful for and to the billions and billions of chickens, pigs, and cows slaughtered for precious protein
I am grateful for my growth, slow and steady, even as I age and wither
I am grateful for my little community of Parisian misfits and bohemians
I am grateful for the freelance jobs rolling in a little too late for comfort, but ultimately just in time
I am grateful for small, grass-roots permaculture initiatives growing like weeds in the shadow of industrial farming conglomerates
I am grateful for small diseases that make me as they unmake me
I am grateful for peaches
I am grateful for my desire and ability to learn in middle-age and make things with these hands
I am grateful for my mum and dad, my siblings, my lovers, my friends
I am grateful for the SNCF rail network that delivers me into their arms
I am grateful for Coco the cat who lost his voice
I am grateful for this time we have, short as it may be, it is now and it is good

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