Clear skies above a cold day:
a tricking frosty early morning,
icy edge of wind this afternoon;
Music drifts in from the next room,
smokers hang out across the way,
addicted to their habits,
As I fix on thoughts of her,
who fought so hard to reach out,
to what I can take for granted.
Remembered: calmly pushing back her hair,
nervously tearing shreds of paper,
stepping lightly in her beauty;
The most fragile shine the brightest,
the kindest words come from the poorest,
those who’ve failed will learn the most.
Always, the closest can hurt us most:
that fear is true, but is it honest,
and when would it allow for joy?
So as I study, becalmed, by a window,
welcoming the peace that stillness brings,
imperceptibly my life will lengthen
Even as its days are short. Has it
a new beginning, as yet unknown,
unexpected, unsuspected, immaculate?
Low thoughts of loss alongside respite;
hours of daylight in a dark season;
tomorrow’s solstice: it will turn —-
And what of life? Is it a season,
a year, a cycle? Or too uncertain?
But, in compassion, we may share it.