Gathering

Thanksgiving starts my every day;
I’m grateful for the glow of dawn.
From nothingness I’ve one more stay
Before my time on Earth is gone
To dwell upon our mystery
That won’t explain our history.

That is, to ask, why are we here?
And while we are, what should we do?
What’s answer-one is never clear;
I'm sure today of answer-two:
Dwell most on what and whom you love.
At table, prize the warmth above.

—Thanksgiving Day, 2010