a Christmas poem

midnight falls to meet the day
and rises to meet the sky

the magic moon aglow
with stars that twinkle brilliant light -


shadows that dance
among the angles who clear
the evil spirits
making way for cheer

good riddance to the boogie man
and to all the nighttime fear

instead we slumber, waiting for Santa
hear the sleigh bells near

the amazing hand

holding hands
softness  - kid hands
stability - a partner's hand
a parent's hand - steady, unwavering
guides his youth
towards safe travels
through this tumbly universe

the amazing hand can heal,
lift, type, orchestrate
gesture signs of happiness,
speak all on its own...
voiceless
always with more to say

a wave hello
a smile in the distance
two hands outreached
to welcome you home

small voices

without seeing I look
and turn and look again
don't know which gift
i was hoping to find
only remember the joy in
the small hand holding mine
as he jumps
and says
"Merry Christmas"
to everyone

enough can't be said

the damage...done

a city on fire
a peaceful protest

no justice for men,
small and struggling
large, burning
with the hunger
the wish to survive
another day

despair, over death
needless, careless,
devastation

 a great divide
that should have closed
long ago

a court system
bought out
by "the man'
and "they"
that seem to own
the right to kill

another day at the office

the day drags him through its redundancies

in his grey pants
and buttoned-down shirt
he grabs
another coffee
a glass of water,
bathroom break
back to  the breakroom
for a snack
and then a quick
meaningless chat
returns him to a computer
where a screen instructs
his movements
for the next two hours

another coffee,
a glass of water

the day goes in despite
itself
despite its long duration,
he endures it

home for Christmas

somewhere in the moment
time paused
a faded pine tree in the distance,
I could smell as it beckoned me
closer

pick me!
i need a home for Christmas

and so my search began and ended
along with the moment

and sing we did
all the way home
about trees and bells
and Grandma's house

and the tree that picked me
cleverly will hold a brilliant star
even though placed by a toddler
upon a crooked branch-top