I am thankful for
what is unpredictable—
the sudden gush of rain,
the lightning and the thunder—
the insistence from this world
to pay attention.
I delight in colors indigo and orange,
what gels into a sunset.
I’m elated for what begins again—
the wide-eyed dawn,
the seasons that return
in cycles of joy.
But most of all,
I’m grateful for those
who call me friend—
who still come and sit at my table,
even when I have no food to offer.

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