what there’s time for

This morning I wanted to write a poem about gratitude
But
early slipped away to this—
candles lit on a rainy morning
a cozy old sweater
hands full of this mug of good coffee
lap full of this too-big excellent dog
a busy day of good work ahead
then dinner with smart, funny friends
at my favorite restaurant
So
I ran out of time to write it
but lucky enough, I get the time
to live it, and notice