“There is much to be thankful for,”
I hear every year
On the third Thursday of November.
But there is much to be thankful for
On the second Monday in July
The fourth Saturday in January
The first Wednesday in March.
Much to be thankful for
In the slow hour during the night shift
The 8:10 class with an uninteresting professor
The chicken-sandwich-and-fries dinner with a sister.
As long as there is a pulse of blood in my wrist
A world as big as the stars for us to discover
Quiet love glowing out of eyes that know me well
There will be much to be thankful for.