We each dream for weeks, for hours.
Focusing in ernest on needs, on desires.

I hand you a cupful of time,
I ask you what you’re thankful for.
“You.”
and I in turn am thankful for you. Our lists go on…
And families speak of rain and food,
Of each other and the roofs above us, however humble they are, keeping us warm and safe.
Yes, warmth, heat, the fireplace, the trees that downed and were collected.