What I Expect We Will Be Left With

Perhaps it’s possible
to reach another stage.
Every moment asks

that we engage.
Not that you can’t boldly
light a pagan candle

in the cold, scold the dark
or host the solstice –
strain poetic symbols

from the story of a strange
imaginary baby in the night.
But what I expect we will

be left with on December 25th
is what we knew back on
September, June and April 9th.

The endless wonder of this
infinite and grand eternal
momentary life.

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