post-solstice

Afghans huddled together dreaming,
I’m nestled up with a borrowed copy of Breaking Away
Which reminds me of Bloomington, which is long ago and very far away
Celebration ale to celebrate tenacious survival of the past 6 months
A stack of Christmas card dispatches past and present on top of the TV
Christmas lights twinkling outside in the cold wet rain
It’s very dark, the day after Solstice
I put up the holly branches to remind myself these dreary winter days won’t last forever
Even if it seems like the lethargy just might
There’s no snow, just muddy shoes and too many puddles
From all the rainy rainy rain
Sirens and sloshy sounds sneak inside
The snowglobe is the only snow we’re getting around here
The sparkly tree is the only thing that makes this feel better than November
On Sunday’s silence, I feel like the swimming fish
Living in a very wet world
Lying here in the living room with all the unopened presents
Listening to the waves crashing on the shore when cars go by like on the saturated streets