I am thankful
to Edison (it brings me great joy every time the lights come on)
and, to the woman who invented water, whose name we never learned in history class (typical)
I am thankful to the people of Honduras, where the label on my underwear indicates its creation.
I eschewed (when’s the last time you read that word?) them in my youth. Too much to launder. Too much to fold. Now, they are my essential second skin, for which I give thanks.
I am thankful for my right thumb.
Facing traffic – arm out – a slight cant of the wrist pointing backward, but meaning FORWARD
My super Uber forty years ago
I stuck it out on Route 16 — Yorkshire, New York. (cue Bobby Mcgee)
rode it all the way to New Orleans –
I am thankful the route proved circuitous
And it took me through Miami on an early Sunday morning in the fall of 1979.
Miami, thankful then to be a small southern city dozing under an illusion — each tomorrow will be better than every yesterday. (Two words: McDuffie. Mariel.)
I washed back up in Miami three years later. On my way to Berkley. Never left. For that I might be thankful.