Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving

(Cover by N.C. Wyeth)



Home


I didn't know I was grateful
for such late-autumn
bent-up cornfields

yellow in the after-harvest
sun before the
cold plow turns it all over

into never.
I didn't know
I would enter this music

that translates the world
back into dirt fields
that have always called to me

as if I were a thing
come from the dirt,
like a tuber,

or like a needful boy. End
Lonely days, I believe. End the exiled
and unraveling strangeness.


Bruce Weigl

I will not make it back to see the family in New England for Thanksgiving so the sentiment of the poem is more for the last time I was back in Connecticut two years ago. This year it will be spent in my adopted home with friends here in Iowa. I would like to send out best wishes to all those spending the holiday with their loved ones and families. I hope to see you all sooner than later.

3 comments:

Churlita said...

Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving Day. Did you go to K.'s? I stopped over there later when we got back from Ottumwa.

El Duderino said...

Happy T-Day, don't over stuff yourself.

Dexter said...

I didn't make it there but I did manage to stuff myself.