God bless the God who sent
these small bent fingers to me
who taught me to hold my breath through pain
and sent me where I would learn to sacrifice
so it became second nature
for me to catch spit up bell peppers
and take swipes to the face.
I walk three times around the kitchen island
in observance of the holiness of the thuds
small bare feet spread across the tiles
like a tidal wave devouring houses
like box of Legos spilled into a living room.
Lift my hands to the blue sky on blue sky days
that watch him pick a yellow dandelion
and try to blow the leaves away.
