Any Minute (Thanksgiving Poem)

Any minute I feel
You will come in the door
Any minute I see
The music will be turned down

Your bright shining faces
Will walk through the door slow,
Sure, and uncertain
What surprises and mischief

Might be waiting beyond
But I am there with song,
Sympathy, and stories
Of excitement and sorrow,

Friends and competition.
Victor and Tammy, Josh
and Betsy, Juan, and me
Down by the pool, looking

At the moon, talking to
You on the phone, talking
To each other, eating
Our Thanksgiving away.