Thanksgiving dawned clear and bright, slightly cooler than expected. Sitting on my porch, coffee in hand, I looked out at the landscape illuminated by the growing light. So different now since October 10, so very different.
The sun’s rays brought clarity to the differences, outlining them in a stark reminder of all the storm took. At the same time, shedding light on the progress we’ve made. It’s small, but it’s there.
As the shadows lengthened and the day took unquestionable form, I took a moment to just breathe. And to be grateful.
When I awoke this morning
I paused for just a moment
And simply breathed.
Standing on the precipice
As a new day dawned
The sun lengthened
Illuminating my altered world.
The piles of debris still growing
As they wait patiently at the curb
Blue tarps on my roof keeping time
with Stars and Stripes on my porch
Each sounding a different melody
As they swayed in the day’s first breeze
Birds joining in their chorus
Broken branches a solemn stage
For their cheerful antics.
My eyes found clarity in the growing light
My racing mind stilled
My heartbeat slowed
I breathed another grateful breath.
I am here, the dawn seemed to say,
I will return again tomorrow.
And with a thankful nod
I stepped into the brand new day.
© 2018 Jennifer Nelson Fenwick #850strong