Some think gratitude
is a difficult thing to cultivate
But it takes just a moment
of awareness
to glance around and see
that all I have
all I am
is borrowed
My body was built and borrowed
from my parents’ cells
The air I breathe
most likely someone else’s air recycled
My clothes
made by another’s hard working hands
My food
seeded. grown and picked through other’s toil
My language
passed on & created by many others before me
The car I drive
designed and made by others far away
The house I sleep in
made by hands I know not
The fire that warms me
created and discovered long ago
My beliefs and ideas too
were given as a gift & passed down the centuries
My favorite song
created and shared by others
Virtually everything I see and touch and hear
is not mine
From this vantage point
