Thanksgiving

I received the blessing of the river,
the absolution from obligation and promise, 
as we walked alone - you and I -
along the water's edge 
on this Thanksgiving morning.

As you looked to the trees
for the owl we wouldn't see,
I thanked this good world 
for a moment, such a moment, 
when a symphony of birds 
played for the Great Blue Heron, the eagle, you,
and the little owl-
wherever she may be.