Giving Thanks



They’re coming faster.

I can no longer keep up.

Instead, I suck down mock tails in the places where only the tourists and the down trodden go.

The Orphans.

I look across the water

At an island I’ll never live on

And think of those I lost, alienated,

ran away, or buried in my emotional basement.

I know they are there.

So I chase gnats away from my ginger beer and repeat every holiday, and all birthdays I can remember…