Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Upon the Fourth Thursday of November

Upon the fourth Thursday of November, with...

no family
no home
no money
no job
no lover
few friends
no plans
...we do not give thanks.

We don't fight.
We don't bicker.
We don't explain.
We don't say anything at all.

We mourn what's missing.
We wish for invitations we would turn down.
We long for the hassle of travel.
We wonder how our bellies will get full.

But it's only a day.
It's just one day.
Just another day on the calendar.
Like the next one, and the one after that.