Ambiguous Intention

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.

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One thought on “Ambiguous Intention

  1. One needs to stop, pause, and take the time to take in what’s around us, else we just take gratitude as vague a passing moment and fail to savour it for all it’s worth. The descriptions in the first few lines ooze being observationally present in the moment.

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