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