Thanksgiving Eve Poem

Brain!
Hard to believe
you really want
this poem from me 

on Thanksgiving eve,
right when I’m cooking
many small things
and worrying about 
many large things, as if

there was time for this
now. This may be
the last one for who knows
how long — who knows
what there will be
to be thankful for 
this time next year.

I suppose having leisure to
sit back and do this
while many small things
cook is a good thing.  
I suppose having food
is a good thing.

I suppose this word
“Thanksgiving”  
with all its baggage
is a good thing.  
I suppose family and survival,
things taken too often
for granted,
are good things.  

I suppose
there should be gratitude
for being pulled to do
and being allowed to do
what I was built to do

in spite of everything
that needs to be done — and

everything
needs to be done —

even, I suppose, 
this —

so Brain, 
though I can scarcely believe it,
there is time, and food,
and this small moment of time
in which to breathe freely —

let us bend to it,
giving thanks as we do.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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