Originally published November 21, 2018

life is a series of bubbles
some large, some small
all holding a jigsaw piece of time
moving past us into the haze of memory

Filled in different ways
some rise through the water
of ourselves
than others
and some even find
a balance

so on this eve
of giving thanks
not for pinched face pilgrims
or paper appropriation
the people in those bubbles
all those who I have known
and the ones in the distance
barely seen

I cannot help
but cry out to the world
so that all may know

the largest
the one that encompasses
that encircles and contains
my whole life

is you