Thanksgiving Poem

Thanksgiving

There’s something serene in the welling of tears

A calm in the heaviness that starts in my throat

And is anchored in my gut

 

Peace of mind comes from my furrowed brow

 

Inhaling the cold, still loneliness

Exhaling their distant warmth

 

Eyes closed,

I give thanks

 

Knowing that somewhere,

An unfathomable number of miles away

There are people whose chests also ache

Whose eyes won’t be dry

Who miss me too.

 

Maeve Wall is 2015-2016 ETA at Sadaebucho Elementary School in Daegu.