happy skipping

remember how deej always teased me about this? how i'm always happy skipping either that or i am the holiday cheermeister. he's in quezon with mark (remember him? clam lab?) for work, learning how to surf at the same time, inviting me up there to learn too. NO. no no no.
my point, here it is, i came across this poem by ee cummings, and i think you'll like it as much as i do. i think it's beyond happy skipping. very close to one of your favorite words.

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
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:
and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

i will read it again on the 18th. it just seems appropriate no?