Flickering Light

 

I didn't celebrate

Christmas this year

so much as

fell through it,

skating fast in

the bright light

of anticipation onto

the thin ice

of expectation, momentum

yielding to gravity,

plunged into clarity,

numbed not by

cold, but by

witness of the

tragic repetition above,

seen now through

a splintered surface

in the dim,

flickering light of

the New Year.

John Northrip