Today's poem is by Leslie Gerber

Neglect
       

Already, still morning,
I have fed someone helpless
and attended to the needs of a dog

but as I walked
my little hobbling walk with her,
I failed to worship the sky.

As I ate precious cheese
I forgot to thank
the cows, farmers, microbes who made it.

The generous world grants me bounty
beyond measure every day,
yet I spend my time

regretting my losses,
a ship with its paint cracking,
neglecting to thank the ocean for its buoyancy.

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