Every day my calendar is wrapped around
my being filled with meetings musts and don’t:s
while somewhere in between I have to squeeze
a faithless sense of peace brought on by
ginger, cinnamon, and cloves, candle-lights
and carols, cards, and wrapping of the gifts
of visitors and clothes, of musts and don’t:s
while being wrapped in dashboards, KPI:s
and end of year performance I close my eyes
and breathe. inhale exhale, I turn and leave
to take a walk around the block. The scent
outdoor is dark with soil, decay and mold.
I stop and meet the moon, and wonder why
this year can not walk slowly through the mud.
and fizzle out, like falling into dreamless sleep
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: Epiphany in the Time of Holiday with guest host – Dora. This is now the second Christmas under the shadow of Covid, which means that I still work from home. That also means that the season blends more and more with my work.
November 16, 2021