To the Tie that Binds the Universe

Grant
me
the grace
to be still,
to listen, receive,
limit thoughts focused on myself–
and instead, think about what I can do to improve
each situation, whether it's by being quietly present and encouraging,
or by harnessing my faculties (though they be meager in certain areas, such as cooking, fly fishing, haberdashery, smithing,
sewing, archery, fencing...) (help me to pick my battles wisely). I'm a flower that
burst from concrete pavement and thirsts to bloom raucously
amid gray-on-gray urban sprawl.
I love my fellow
wo(man) here
on this
blue
ball.