Thankful

darkness betrays the light each
morning when light appears low
on the horizon and creeps across
the land as if it were a fog of
enlightenment sweeping its way
along the land ever so gradually;
but, when the sun appears, its
light is a stark contrast to all
that has passed before as the
black veil of night never saw its
likeness until shadows appeared;
and we, as its nocturnal goblins
pranced around rather undetected,
eating street light as if it were
Thanksgiving all the time and we
had much for which to be thankful.

13Sept16