The good health of my children
and my loved ones.
Neighbors who host bonfires for socially distanced get togethers
and who are capable of, and willing to, spatchcock your Thanksgiving bird.
That my days of being a server working my way through college are long gone
and that I don’t own a restaurant.
My proximity to the Normanskill Farm for quick three mile runs
and the person there who found my house key when I lost it last week.
A career that comes with the privilege of working with children
and time spent at home recharging.
The friend, who only has cats (that behave like dogs)
and her observation that my dog’s harness was on incorrectly.
Friends and family near and far
and the optimism that causes me to believe I’ll see them before too long.
Dinner this evening with all three of my sons
and sending the older two home with leftovers.
A new President for this battered country
and the hope for better days ahead for all.