Thanksgiving

Sorry for posting so late this week.

I have for you today a poem I wrote in late September, shortly before I was to leave Delaware. When I wrote it I was tired and homesick in anticipation. Bear that in mind!

Never
I was an explorer, alive,
And the world was a blank page
Covered in beauty for me to see,
And anyone else, with me.
A landscape of miracles.
But the more there was around me, the more
There was at home, in the garden, in the walls,
Too.
And life was good because
Because, there was a place
That made everywhere else
Somewhere else.
The saddest words I know
Are,

Never,
Never Again.

In keeping with Thanksgiving spirit, I'm proclaiming to the internet my gratitude for my friends and life in Delaware and that things have gone so well here in Utah!

Until next week,
Ian