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<strong>Some days are perfect—at least as perfect as we'll see on this earth.</strong> The entire atmosphere seems alive with potential and goodness; the earth and all living things are oriented and straining toward all they were meant to be.

As I was lying in bed this morning, slowly coming to consciousness, sun was streaming in my east window, onto Jason's side of the bed. Cool, dry breeze was pushing through the north window, onto my bare toes. The puppy stretched and yawned, her tongue curling.

My big girl, our early bird, came into our room, leading the wriggling pup downstairs for breakfast. The street cleaner brushed busily by, scrubbing away the debris, making way for a new day. I heard Q talking to Maeve in the back yard, showering her with love through words and tone.

Later, after the wonder that is a perfect fried egg, along with strong, fresh coffee, I biked to the co-working space, the 65-degree air feeling like a personally-wrapped gift just for me, refreshing me after days of muggy-hot.

All I could think of was this E. E. Cummings poem—a poem that I felt regularly coursing through my veins as a college English major, but that I haven't thought of for many, many months. I shared the first three lines with my Twitter community (as much as I could squeeze into under 140 characters), and several people responded immediately, sharing with me their own love for and memories of that poem. I felt compelled to share the poem in its entirety here on my blog.

May the ears of your ears awake, and the eyes of your eyes be opened today.
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong>i thank you God for most this amazing</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>~ E. E. Cummings</em></p>

<p style="padding-left: 30px;">i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes</p>

<p style="padding-left: 30px;">(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)</p>

<p style="padding-left: 30px;">how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any—lifted from the no
of all nothing—human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?</p>

<p style="padding-left: 30px;">(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)</p>