We were out in the air,
waiting to start the new year
and froze in the light
of the house where I first heard
chants from the church in the square,
our shadows thin on the snow,
unable to leap from midnight to
morning,
ghosts at the end of a calendar,
living unfinished
while bells went unrung.
The wind struck shudders among us,
making my dull heart thump.
Hands across the water.... I feel this acutely in parallel with the existential threat of rampant fires in Australia. <3
ReplyDeleteHi Kathleen, so sorry about what Australia's going through at the moment. It must feel like living on the verge of hell. Hoping you get rain sometime soon - lots of it.
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