Monday, December 22, 2008

Early


The holiday comes early If it comes at all
Seen vaguely through a fog
Of Benedryl and ocean-borne snow
The rituals carried out
To keep the old normal in sight
As a new normal covers the world

Symptoms of the new present themselves
Falling snow, falling hair
White on black, stark and definite
The tide beaten back
By the engines of modernity
IV lines and snowblowers

The tree erected haphazardly
The gifts exchanged quickly
A holiday observed self-consciously
Moments of illusory clarity
As lights blink steadily
Vital signs of what we've become

2 comments:

Mary F. C. Pratt said...

Your poetry is indeed for Strong Living, no matter what state of health we're in these days. Thank you for your courage.

SMP said...

and thank you for reading! Hope you and John are dug out from the deluge...

love,

Steve