Quivering, Quivering, Shaking, Hands

On Thanksgiving Day.

above the filled cornucopia, sliced turkey and relatives

dark news hovered above in a cloud

waiting for its downpour.

But we did not know

if the rain would fall.

we could only pray

that the umbrellas

would withstand it.

And sure enough,

the next day

those

quivering,

    quivering,

shaking, hands

would reach for the tissue box.