Thank you/ dark though it is

In our family we share poems at the table. Here’s one that feels as relevant as ever.

Thanks

by 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 
smiling 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

Read the rest of the poem here.

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  • pmacott
    Reply

    Whew. Powerful stuff, this.

  • addie north
    Reply

    Wow, that made me shiver! Thanks for sharing this amazing poem!

  • lillian
    Reply

    Gorgeous photo! Wonderful poem. In this season of chill, I’ve just signed up for your March 21 day challenge….it’s time to work with you again! 🙂

    • Holly Wren
      Reply

      Thanks for reading, and for planning ahead. I look forward to sharing the early spring with you.

    • Holly Wren
      Reply

      By the way, I took that photo back in Michigan. It’s a familiar view of Glen Lake and Alligator Hill, not far from where I used to live.

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