Thursday, December 31, 2020

A Gentle Poem For the End of a Brutal Year

 

Driving Home at 6 am, December 30, 2020 


I turn a corner slowly,

Watching out for deer.

My headlight catches

The speed limit sign,

Twenty-five, and I smile-----

I am alive!

It is the end of another year

And the rollcall of the famous dead

Tumbles through my brain

And I rejoice:

I am alive!

Snowflakes tumble slowly downward

Bound to gravity,

Bound to the earth,

And I rejoice:

Walking now toward my front door

As if I were in a snowglobe

Freshly shaken.


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