Thanksgiving
A poem by my friend, Doug Floyd. He is one of the most creative, curious, and downright funny people I’ve ever known. But the reason I admire him most is because of his ability to follow his dreams. Check out his blogs (he can’t be contained in just one).
Thanksgiving
This moment
A soft whistle rise from the gentleman reading his note cards.
A mother and daughters break bread together.
Someone sneezes
Someone else blesses
This moment
The lamp above my head slowly spins and sways.
Light flickers across the windows and walls.
Steam dances above the dark roasted coffee.
This moment
A young man collapses in grief, exhausted from the weight of love.
A mother and son venture out on their search for Christmas gifts.
A father wonders when, if his son will come home.
This moment
I breathe
Aware
Ever so briefly
Of the gift of
This moment.
11/21/07
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