part X thanksgiving

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wordless
wonders
a series
part X
thanksgiving
copyright 2008 jpaul
ME: still 37 years old. canadian-
american. suburban two kids and a wife,
two cars, a mortgage, beer belly, a
computer scientist.
YOU: thanksgiving searcher.
t h ank s gi v i ng
2008
what if the sun was
my father
and the heat from his
body
made solar winds so
powerful
that he protected
me from radiation
allowing me to
be alive
what if the sun
was my father
and the light from his body
fed my planet
which fed me
allowing me to
be alive
what if the ocean was my mother
and i missed her so much
my mother made an ocean in her
belly for me to be born
allowing me to be alive
what if the ocean was my mother
so that when my heart breaks
she is with me, running down my
cheeks in salty streaks
reminding me that i am alive
what if the ocean was my mother
and she kept me warm when my
father the sun was away
and she kept me cool when my
father the sun made it too hot
allowing me to be alive
what if the ocean was my mother
and she gave me everything i asked
for
she gives food and clothing
allowing me to be alive
what if the trees were my aunts and
uncles
giving me shelter when i needed it
feeding me when i was hungry
protecting me when i was in
danger
allowing me to be alive
what if the trees were my
aunts and uncles
breathing in carbon dioxide
changing it into oxygen
allowing me to be alive
what if it was all true
true in every way that ever
mattered
then i would need to give
thanks to them
for allowing me to be
alive
wouldn’t i?
wouldn’t i need to thank the
sun?
wouldn’t i need to thank the
ocean?
wouldn’t i need to thank the
trees?
how should i thank the sun?
should i set fire to the last
hours of ancient sunshine?
should i fill the sky with smoke
to obscure the sun?
how should i thank the ocean?
should i fill her with plastic
refuse?
should i inject her with
fertilizers
creating anoxic dead zones
larger than the state of texas?
how should i thank the trees?
should i chop them all down?
no
thank you
i will keep thanking the sun,
the ocean and the trees
all the days of my life
until every memory of me is
gone
and every atom that was ever
6 degrees seperated from me
is sucked into the mother /
father black hole at the centre
of our galaxy
thanksgiving
copyright 2008 jpaul
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