Morning Blessings

For Rabbi Burt Jacobson

Blessed is the dog's tongueShamanic prayer flagBinder of vaporHarbinger of light's arrival.Blessed is the brain stemThat battled entropyAll night on my behalf.Blessed are my nether, pleasure partsThat double as effluent outlets.Blessed are you, Ya, granter of civility,In whose name the trash trucksAre held in abeyance until the sunlightGirds the plum trees.Blessed are the medicines,Polyglot organic molecules,That soothe or jumpstartMy various organs, that findMy son at sea and return himSafely to port.Blessed is the tickle of air across ciliaAnd the redwood, my redwood,Whose oxygen flows throughMy blessedly still-open arteries.Blessed is the dream of an endlessConcrete corridor, perhaps cell blocksYou were never sureThat dissolves to unreality upon waking.Blessed is my message-free cell phoneAssuring me that no one died, that there wasNo crippling plane crash while I slept.Blessed are my books, the window,The furnace kicking on.And blessed is consciousness itselfRecursive synapse that discardsThe neural dross and brings me the world,Just as it is.