Here we are, just outside of the glow of Christmas
Slushy, laughing snow for Thanksgiving
Every arc of the lofts shimmering with tiny lights
A candle here
A chocolate there
The board game I left by the window
Socks I yanked off toes with a gleeful sigh
Here a home,
There we are
Reflections peeping down onto the streetlamps below
The tree coated in frost
All the evening waiting for eucharist
To pour out with the cider and inside jokes
Fingers folding into the lap
Brush of lips to brow
Tomorrow is a banquet
Platters filled with all that truly matters
Lest, save for this one annual Thursday
We all forget
That we are immaterial
And the green stamped paper
Means very little when compared with your smile
For me over the cranberries
And the great Togetherness
Oh, I am glad
For this day and for all days
When you and I are rosy's ringing the table
Every posy the world has for us now
Twinkling bright in the ash
If I ever forget
That nothing, nothing can ever be taken for granted
And truly loved
Felt with the hand, and the soul
If you and I are to make these moments meaningful
Whatever the daylight brings
Gratitude must fall from our lips
So that the old insults and stinging words
Have no place to stand
And are forgotten
Let's all tangle our fingers
Our sympathies
Until we are at last, united
When the bumblebee and the sheathe of hay
Are appreciated again
When "thank you" is more than manners
But becomes instead the breath
Inhale and taste that you belong
To God, to yourself,
To the grand cosmos who grinned when it thought of you
Look and see that it's true of everyone else
Your eyes fall on
Break the bread, and never another heart
Let your life become the candles tenderness
As it tosses the light to friendly faces
Let every day, holy
Be named Thanksgiving