THANKS GREAT AND SMALL By Andrew Hidas For the Mystery, the X, the source of comfort and question (and cruelty) and eternal longing and love— Thanks. For the leaf flutter, the ant scurry, the slant of light on my chair, this chair, at precisely 5:01 (and 31.6 seconds) on the afternoon of November 9th, never seen again through all the warp and woof of futures unknown— Thanks. For these friends and that food, the drinks to pair, the touch of care, the earth so fair— Thanks. For this branch of that tree, for birds in the air, a bridge crossing…