Thanksgiving 2

I move in darkness ever unrelieved
No sun may ever brighten up my day
This world  by naught but sounds may be perceived
More terrifying than mere words can say

Like a child left alone to sleep at night
I fancy monsters in my closet, or
The silent stealthy threatening approach
Of some more ordinary predator

You who were born with two good eyes to see
Do you rejoice in each day's morning light?
Or do you contemplate complacently
What is revealed to you by healthy sight?

Look up, look out, take your eyes off the ground
All around you the world waits to be found