Happy Thanksgiving

Thanks
 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
standing 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
with the animals dying around us
taking our feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is




W. S. Merwin was born in New York City in 1927. His book Migration: Selected Poems 1951–2001 won the National Book Award for poetry in 2005, and he has twice won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. In 2010 Merwin was named Poet Laureate of the United States, and in 2013 he was the first recipient of the International Zbigniew Herbert Prize. His most recent collection is The Essential W. S. Merwin(Copper Canyon Press, 2017). Merwin lives and works in Hawaii, where he maintains a garden of rare and endangered palm trees.


For the Record
This day came in the coldest on record for a New England Thanksgiving!

All hands thankful for all our blessings