To the man from Indonesia,to the woman next to me
Sitting on a metal chair, in our A and E
To the former nurse at 80 who helped me when I wept
Thank you to the company I’ve kept

To my sister  on the telephone asking how I feel
To my friends who read my writing and care what I reveal
To the man who came from Argos with a Nokia 216
Thank you for the courage and the kicks

To  my friend who came to see me, though she’s been bereaved
To the doctor  who cut off  that lump  which my body had deceived
To the blood that clotted quickly so I did not bleed to  death
Thank  you for the gift of breath.

Thank you for the sunset and thank you for the dawn
Thank you for the the sparrows that I see on the lawn
From Vodafone  and Argos,from  ancient Greece and Palestine
Thank you for the love and lines