Perhaps if there were women
It might be so. Perhaps the female
humans will burst forth, finally be seen -
partners triumphant when men alone might fail.
Sometimes men just forget that women are -
exist, succeed, live, work, and win.
They leave them out, the story wanders far.
But without women we cannot yet begin.
Perhaps the year ahead will bend toward love
and hate and fear will lose their tempting hue.
But not without both men's and women's equal work
and worth. May it at last come true.
Yesterday was the first Thanksgiving in which I was painfully convicted of the greater truth: that the celebration of one history, one culture, one abundance, is predicated upon the painful silencing of thousands upon thousands of native voices. So when I read Sheenagh Pugh's poem I was more attuned to the voices who were left out.
Leaving out other voices to tell the story is never going to be honorable or honest. I think that's the lesson I'm taking away from Thanksgiving this year.