Supply and Demand

A meditation on values

Accessibility is the death

Of appreciation,

Dearth, the womb of

Desire.

Supply and demand,

As it is called.

The air surrounds us,

Its passage through our

Lungs the life of our bodies,

Yet who among us notes

The breaths taken and is

Grateful for them,

But who also would claw at 

The sky if the process were

Interrupted.

Supply and demand,

Luxury and lack.

Hear me well: nothing is

Guaranteed, not even the air

We breathe,

Therefore give thanks for it

In this moment,

For appreciation welcomes the gift,

And bids it continue.

Author's Note

Nothing in this place is unlimited, for the very hairs of your head are numbered.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Too much of a good thing and we take it for granted. The appreciation is lost. I am particularly thinking this morning as I read this of the environment, although of course it applies to other things as well. The sunlight is streaming through my window on a cold winter morning. Boy, do I appreciate that. Your first stanza says it all. A knock out stanza. Well done.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

Thanks, Chris. Taking things for granted is a common human trait, one which is not to be corrected any time soon. We might, however, take the edge off it by increasing our gratitude a bit.