In Thanksgiving

To you, who take leaps, because I ask;

Use words bigger than your shoes and reach for the sun.

To you, who share your stories, so large, the Greeks

Would drown in the drama of them

And risk acts of trust to each other, to language, to exposure —

To you, who gamble and gambol

I bow before you,

Enriched and delighted because of you.

To you, I say, go forward —

Gamble and gambol into that sun

Let no one take away what you know, no, know — about yourselves.

Clothed in the courage of soldiers

Your armor, the brave coats of daring

Go forward.

To you, on bended knee, I say

I am grateful to have known you.