The Turkey Came Early This Year

The man's mom busied herself all day in the kitchen, turning the butterball of a supermarket turkey into something palatable.

When the oven-roasted bird was carved up at the table, I stole pieces of the skin. Then I stole huge chunks of the stuffing. They were delicious!

I promptly piled larger pieces onto my plate.

"Tides return the favors they have taken,
Having had sufficient time to turn.
All enjoy more riches than they earn,
Nor need surrender what they have forsaken.
Kindness, like a candle caught in mirrors,
Sees itself in infinite regress,
Giving that keeps giving its largesse,
Imitating what it has been given.
Vast and bountiful, creation shimmers,
Intimate in ways we cannot know.
Nor do we fail to glean more than we sow,

Granted light that glows down to its embers."

~ Anonymous