Among my trivial dreams
Of cranberry sauce and gravy,
I want to remember those who went without power
Due to Hurricane Sandy.
When I’m sniffing cornbread stuffing--
About to pop a giant piece of roasted
White meat into my mouth,
I want to remember those who lost their house,
Or loving pets, I’ll sigh…
Pulling taught across my chest.
Flying across the room--
My missing button--
Leaping from excess,
Miraculously bringing me to my knees,
Before my first slice of pumpkin pie.
Or my second?
Searching under the shadowy cloak of tablecloth,
Swearing and complaining,
Tears of shame--
I’ll remember those who don’t have anything.
Who sit in the cold, dark, damp
Residual of a horrible storm,
Without happy relatives and casseroles.
Long after the grace and smiling blessings,
With a sliver of room still squashed near my heart,
I’ll ask for mercy for those less fortunate.
For those still suffering--
Stitching, repairing and exhaling.
Wishing them hope and strength to rebuild.
Wishing them warmth and light
A simple dream revised,
Of cranberry sauce and gravy.