Thanksgiving has long been the poet’s favorite national holiday because, in midst of the celebrations, people really do remember ~ sometimes ~ to stop for a moment to feel gratitude for what they have.

This sonnet is one of a series of seven inspired by the season.

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Recorded Reading (1:00): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/5kivkl451p5qyfvj886iv/Thanksgiving-II.mp3?rlkey=ermvzqowlbhbkx236li54iwd3&dl=0

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Thanksgiving II

Some move in darkness — total, unrelieved —
No sun may ever brighten up their day
Their world by naught but sounds may be perceived
— More terrifying than mere words can say

Like a child, left alone to sleep at night,
They fancy monsters in their closets, or
The silent stealthy threatening approach
Of some more ordinary predator

You who were born with two good eyes to see,
Do you rejoice in each day’s morning light?
Or do you contemplate complacently
What is revealed to you by healthy sight?

Look up, look out, take your eyes off the ground
Around us all, the world waits to be found

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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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