Thank you/ dark though it is
In our family we share poems at the table. Here’s one that feels as relevant as ever.
by W.S. Merwin
Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it smiling by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you Read the rest of the poem here.
The 21 Day Poetry Challenge begins in one week. Consider joining me to end the year in a reflective and and creative mode. Our focus this season will be poetry by women.