A Lovely Thanksgiving
Gobble. Quack. Cluck. Mmmmm...
I’m sending words out early this week because I’m thankful for you. I normally fling words at the page and call it poetry, but this week, just for you, I wrote a sonnet. Enjoy it with gravy and a bite of cranberry.
A Lovely Thanksgiving
This is a land uninhibited by clean,
Frank, and honest conversations between those
Who have given up on reason to be “free”
And those holding tightly to thoughts proposed.
Chaos saturates ‘round the pits and hairlines
Of private feuds over public politics.
“How dare you believe that all things are just fine?!”
“You said my peace comes at the cost of justice?!”
Disorder dominates dinner plates where the
Meats meet vegans and greens gag lard lined innards.
Can’t agree on foods or the sourcing of tea:
“How many slaves died to make that deck of cards?!”
It's a lovely tradition of gratitude--
Filling a room with this dispersed multitude.
Now go and have yourself a wonderful Thanksgiving. Take a moment to relish in the joy of being surrounded by people you love while your family and friends argue over whether you should go for a walk, watch the Detroit Lions try to play football, or watch the Ghana Black Stars ply their trade against old man Ronaldo and his maroon crew of Portuguese players (there is only one wrong answer and it rhymes with “exploit Hawiians”).
In Wordy Wordiness,
Walter