Thank you for my all-at-once moments of
the wonderful: sun and sky, cherry pie,
a child’s laugh, the seagull’s cry. Your big love
around me congregates when I don’t try
to make sense of other people’s quibbles.
I’ve quite enough forgiving mine. What’s more,
forgetting brings me marvels in dribbles
first, then joyful inundation. The floor
is cleared of notions grim of helplessness
and sin. We’ve room to dance now, sexy thing,
so wear your finest! Kissing off restless
thoughts of loss, letting expectation bring
more of what I think and feel. Each new day
of thanks shines proof that Life is how we play.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, everyone!
© Elaine Stirling, 2016