Thanks

In the beginning there was only concrete. And we loved it for its concreteness Since it was all we had. And then there were roads on the concrete And with them we wished for sweaters And cell phones And painful memories And sins for the washing away And love in quick, fast boxes And chocolate with cool, white ice cream And hot, mind-peeling tears. And we want all this, Forever and forming. Everlastingly we blink and carry on. Our only unwashed stone of thought The first slab of concrete We prized like an early morning baby. For this is all we had. And all we had to feel thankful.