An old poetry professor of mine always used to say that one great thing about poems is that, so often, you get a poem before you really understand it. It resonates when you haven't anticipated it to, or creates a stillness where there wasn't one before. It can make you feel reflective. And doesn't Thanksgiving, a whole holiday dedicated to reflection and thoughtfulness and being with others, do the same thing?
Read these poems while you're traveling, or between turkey bastings, or share them around the table, or use one for a toast, or say them aloud if grace isn't your thing. Some of them are about Thanksgiving, some of them are about thanksgiving, and some of them float around the holiday's edges—these poems are as sometimes-idyllic, sometimes-painful, sometimes-wacky, sometimes-touching, as Thanksgiving is:
Benign and dozy from our gluttonies,
the candles down to stubs, defenses down,
love leaking out unguarded the way
juice dribbles from the fence when grounded
by grass stalks or a forgotten hoe,
how eloquent, how beautiful you seem!