Wishes I Can't Answer

Somewhere close -
pumpkins squat in stalks of corn,
fields are cleared
and harvest put away.
A turkey mills
without a thought
to count his precious days.

Someone put the lights up -
the world is making lists
of things
no one is needing -
seasons pass the plate (resist).

I make my own
with sorrow -
knowing there are wants to fill,
wishes I can’t answer,
freedoms I can’t will.
Wherever truth must suffer,
there are those
who cry alone -
would never ask for favor,
misgivings to atone.

They couldn’t know
(I wish they knew)
in my life they have a place.
Names repeated often,
moments filled with grace -
would plead for these
forgiveness,
else their debt be mine to owe.

Lights are burning
somewhere else -
beyond the peace
we know.