A poem by the brilliant and missed Scott Wannberg
Thanksgiving
I give thanks to your eyes
and how they see through artifice and lies.
I give thanks to your heart, how it pumps
vital information that will save us both in the end.
I give thanks to your voice, go ahead, sing one
so everyone can feel the necessity to dance.
I give thanks to your brain, how it finagles
and sorts the incoming news.
I give thanks to your legs for they take you
places not yet apprehended or appreciated.
I give thanks to your energy
for it has allowed you to overcome your pain.
I give thanks to how the light lands on you.
I give thanks to our ability to dream.
I dreamed that I said thank you,
and you heard me.
Come, join the attempted soiree.
The dancing light is on.
Scott Wannberg
11/26/05
Listening to Steve Goodman
