Thanksgiving

I am thankful for the kiss from a 5 year old boy right on my shoulder blade.

For the stranger who entered my office letting me know there is an opening in his department.

For the grey sky that trains me to keep looking up for the chance of ray.

For family who waits for my home coming.

For awkwardness that had me spill stuff on people, twice, in a week.

For the older girl who watches movies beside me, your presence warms the room.

For cancers detected on early stages, and for those detected late.

For the chance of knowledge, and the opportunity to question the use of it.

For the big windows in the office and Facebook access at work.

For my favorite two sweaters to keep me warm in every sleep.

For parties, and kitchen, and finding ice, for half an hour.

For the security guard who held my hand and let me know I can come with him to Lausanne.

I haven't seen him around, I think he's fired for flirting too much.

For monks who pray and work like there is no tomorrow

For a particular brother who wiped my tears and told me I'm pretty

For strangers who become instant friends

For iPad and e-books and FaceTime

For tennis and sore muscles

For unknown future, the thrill of not knowing, and the faith to trust

For forgetting to put a full stop because it makes you more free

For friends who chose to go to Bali instead of Maldives

For a love that is willing to apologize and compromise

For silence to hear the clock ticks and time flies, but the present is always present.

For remembering to put the full stop back to be organized and correct.

For not having a turkey because they're bland, here is for having rendang instead.

For being offered a macaroon and having the power to politely reject it.

For remembering to give thanks.

On the eve of thanksgiving.

For the mimosa plant,

that closes with no regrets.

With every raindrop, wind, and passing critters.

Knowing it will open again when the time is right.

Just wait for when the time is right.

Meanwhile, give thanks for everything.