meditation: gratitude

for the mist hanging low over the track this morning and the dampness that settled into the skin

for the paper cups and plastic wrappers scattered across the cracked and dirty sidewalks

for the eastern poker tour van safe in its driveway and the dog that barks my approach

for the men smoking cigarettes on the wide front porch of the house where they live, healing

for the promise of the day ahead

and for all that is yet unwritten