The grief counselor told the group to be grateful for what they had left. After lots of considering, Charla Rae decided she was grateful for the bull semen. ~ Laura Drake in The Sweet Spot

Count your many blessings,
name them one by one…
MANY blessings?
There are days I’d be surprised
to find one, if that many.
What do you do with a gratitude journal
empty?
Blessings, abundance…bah!!
But if you sit long enough, still enough,
or if the insanity ranging inside
makes it necessary to flee,
to take off, wildly — to nowhere,
to anywhere but here,
to somewhere, somewhen, somehow…
then there is something,
be it ever so absurd
that fits on the gratitude list
and, the list started,
becomes one of some.