Last night we celebrated Thanksgiving at home, and in a group family test message several days before the big meal, I asked everyone to bring a poem of their choice to read at the table.
To switch things up a bit, I thought poetry reading might be pleasant, and it proved to be both a challenging and rewarding exercise. Challenging as poetry is sometimes tricky, emotional, and rewarding as it got us all into reading text and prose we might typically not.
We usually go around the table and share what we are grateful for, and yes, we have many blessings. By each of us reciting a poem, we could go a little deeper and hang a little longer onto the evening that took days to prepare. Of course, I used just about every dish in the house and was on my feet for hours giving glory to the bird and the accompaniments; it was lovely to sit and linger and let the time finally unfold.
There were poems recited by widely read authors, poems by contemporary authors, a long discussion about the phrase ‘pale blue dot,’ and several of us wrote and shared our own words.
Here, along with the food, was my contribution:
Just So You Know
I sometimes roll my empty wine glass under our bed
Always thinking of you because I’m in bed first
Cooking is a thing because feeding those I love helps me feel loved
And we are all hoping and looking for love
Cooking is a thing because I’ve always been hungry and hope always to be hungry
If today were the last day, I would be happy as our table is full, and my heart is warm
So that you know, it’s all about you
Every day dress, so that you know…