Maybe

Maybe tomorrow

I’ll walk down to the end of my block

and watch the sun rise

over the bay

at 6:56am.

If I’m not too busy

stretching out my back muscles,

rotating away the

tightness in my shoulders,

unclenching my jaw,

softening my brow.

Maybe tomorrow…

But the plants need watering.

I promised a new blog post

to a coveted website

by the end of the week.

The dryer’s filled with a mass of t-shirts

begging to be folded.

And the pieces of my Thanksgiving project –

destined to replace our lively get together this year –

are sprawled crazily over my kitchen counter –

calling for completion.

Maybe tomorrow,

I’ll walk down to the end of my block

and watch the sun rise

over the bay

at 6:56am.

Maybe.

This Thanksgiving,

when so many of us

are aching to be

with family and friends,

let’s lament our losses less

and glory in the wonders

of nature more.

Take the damn walk.