Did you enjoy the holiday?
Did it briefly interupt things,
the cycle of conviction you tend to,
or the setting of convenience you sleep in?
Did you think about time sliding by,
chunking into years, numbers,
a solid thing of memories and data,
or instead-floating on a misty cloud,
Remember and Forget dancing partners
in your cloudy thoughts?
Did you see persons known as family
embrace the cheerful holiday?
Chat with you on this and that,
penetrate the superficial,
pardon the interruption of your timely musings.
Did the reality of their life surprise you?
Their own cycles neglected,
their timelines entwined, numbering multitudes,
indifferently to you.
Did you think of years ahead,
what will take place,
what may be undone?
The next holiday comes,
plans and place-settings
gather the family once more.
Time marches forward,
and you are still, probably
digesting Thanksgiving.