Where will we gather for Thanksgiving?
\nThere are so many places I have been.
\nSome I have shared,
\nsome I have not.
\nThe earth fills up the cracks.
\nTime covers over the ridges of my heart.
\nComing to the table
\nI bring the fullness of my life.
\nWe toast each other,
\na wind that passes without sound,
\nechos of names we can\u2019t remember
\nor won\u2019t forget.<\/p>\n
The children laugh,
\nwaiting for the words to dissolve,
\nto be forgotten,
\nfor treats to be passed and consumed.
\nSo I toast the room
\nand say how light the day is,
\nhow pure the feast,
\nhow love holds us,
\nand pushes us away.<\/p>\n
But the house inside me is quiet.
\nIts windows are open to night.
\nA child looks out and discovers time.
\nOnly so long and everything will end.
\nA chair will be vacant,
\nbut pass the bread, the pudding,
\neveryone will be here,
\nseen or not,
\nThanksgiving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where will we gather for Thanksgiving? There are so many places I have been. Some I have shared, some I have not. The earth fills…<\/p>\n