Gratitude happens.
In the present.

But if, right now, it seems a challenge,
to find a place
which feels right
as a locale for gratitude to fasten,

Sometimes, a tiny trip down memory lane
Can unearth treasures, pleasures,
sorrow, joy and pain,
and thus reveals a fertile plain
where gratitude can very well be planted
and a spirit, better grounded,
so it recoups its levity, and gladdens.

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