Giving Thanks

Nothing is ever the way you expect.
The job doesn’t last a lifetime,
neither does the marriage.
Your children speak an unknown language.
People you love die too young
and you can’t even climb the stairs
without huffing. Yet, there’s something
about living that draws you in.
Yellow cushions on garden chairs,
bright flowers on the green lawn
Little blue stem grass that shoots up overnight
while geese gather overhead to discuss travel plans.
Today, even the weeds in the garden
seem thankful to be alive.
And so,
it must be admitted,
am I.