Thanksgiving

I am with you
we are in a clear
milky white winter day.

We walk along the reservoir
Our minds numbed from the smoke of the morning.
Nothing more than the silence of the cold.

My fingertips
bitten by the air.
My eyes
soothed by tears from the assault of the wind.
I close them.

The horns are blaring
As the noise drips from my temples
Into my ears.

I feel the sweat pouring
down my legs, my back
leaving my pores, coating my skin.

I inhale the thickness of the day.
I exhale the cold of winter
And I am no longer alone.

You sit next to me,
I can smell the summer
on your skin.
As I have a thousands summers before.

It’s our Thanksgiving, together.