I was going to be grateful,
I really was.
I breathed into a new day,
And got distracted
By the bacon and its applause,
By the smell wending to my
Nose while the eggs cuddled
In its campfire grease.
Then I looked away
At the bird perched across
The field under the strands
Of pinkish, blueish, grayish
Morning light,
And I wondered how the grackle
Got so lucky to sit and be.
I got jealous of its ability
To defy gravity,
While I drank a bit of coffee.
Gratitude will just have to wait,
While I sit with my feet
Over the register under my desk–
The furnace kicked on…
I’ll be thankful later.
Thanks for your time and thoughts.