We say it quietly – a low, large hum. We breathe it in, looking around this overcrowded table. Prime rib and turkey and mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes and green beans and orange fluff. We laugh ourselves loose and eat ourselves silly, stuffed. Knowing this one day is enough to remind us life itself is a gift, and we are all fully present.
One floating feather,
pining for nothing under
a thanksgiving sky.
Trying my hand at Haibun again, giving thanks for Toni’s talent and prompting over at dVerse.