Some Things I Still Can't Tell You: Poems

by Misha Collins

Waking up, There are always things To be grateful for. Obvious, easy things: Like first sun climbing past The petals of the bougainvillea Through my bedroom window And knocking In patches On my eyelids. How could I not be thankful for that? Or another thing, Witnessing her sleeping cheeks Stretch into her yawning, I love you, Good morning grin. If you saw it, you’d know. Anyone would feel lucky then. Or the scratching of those little Finch feet on the feeder. I think when I hear that, Thank God for that. But this morning, When I swung sitting sideways On the edge of the bed In that space before standing, I found a big thing I had been missing: I have to remember to Be grateful for me.

Then she smilingly blows the wisps from off the stem, And as they float toward me, she says, “I wish for this.”