“thank you for showing me the morning stars
and for the dogs who are guiding me”
Thank you for these tired eyes,
and for the joy of sleep
on a sweet bed, shared
for oranges and grapes,
for all the sharp flavors of spices and wine
for the air of Spain,
for the lovely blue light above Toledo
on a late March afternoon
and for the voices all around me,
whose blessings have been more than enough.
Steve Klepetar wishes that he could see Proteus rising from the sea and hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.