Grateful (Pa-Thump) Poem by L C Vieira

Enough.
No.
Never, enough.
(Never say never.
Instead say Forever.)
Forever
grateful.

My hand amazingly connects
with my thoughts
and moves
on this page.

My eyes see less clearly,
but still all the shades
of even the slightest
change in this place.

My ears hear my breaths.
The unconscious city is
not ready outside.

Enough. No. What is man?
I whisper to me,
my heart shouting louder,
pa-thump, pa-thump
What is man?

I sit with my bones and my flesh,
all of my cells that you love,
my one hundred percent.
Yes, my 'hundred percent.

Grateful I hang
in this universe as one
little
bit.

Alone,
I would still be held
in a Hand -
That is sure.
I matter.
You matter
and all ends matter -
no, no end!
My matter,
my incredible,
undeserving matter

hangs

in the universe, beating

pa-thump, pa-thump
for a purpose -

a gift I was given
long before
I was born.
Pa-thump, pa-thump

What matters?
This matters.

Through lenses and brushes
and all of the data.
Oh, DATA!

Much more to the Man
somewhere there
and in here,
with His 'hundred percent -

Pa-thump, pa-thump

His One Hundred Percent!

(2012, R 2013)