Itadaki Masu

Itadaki Masu* by John J. Brugaletta I have received water, flowing and pooled, salt and fresh, cold and hot; wind off the ocean, among the trees, over wheat fields; wool for the warmth. I am grateful for these, and for the many-touching octopi, the common beauty of oleanders, tough-limbed oaks, lithe ocelots, leather-skinned oranges, and…