sunshine with partial cloudiness on the day before christmas

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sunshine with partial cloudiness
on the day before christmas

i.
sun,
you stop me cold,
lost in a fog
of steam, thoughts
and ruminations.
you peek through
the shower glass,
enlighten a droplet
of water, burst colors—
prisms to interrupt
my distractions.

ii.
in a bubble forming
on my forearm, you capture
my attention again,
force me
to the present moment.
i notice play
of spray on my bare skin,
hear the colors of music.

iii.
through almost-closed blinds,
your light slows
in song
to praise,
to dissipate dark clouds,
naked tree branches.

vi.
is this how it was
for shepherds grazing
their flocks that night?
for kings searching
to grasp mysteries?
for us common folk
who muddle through life,
grapple with violence?

v.
the feather of a cedar
waxwing, snags on the
tree outside my window
flutters in the breeze.
i can’t see wind,
only discern its presence
by its effect on something
tangible.
children die,
but love shines through
if you look for it.

v.
yesterday in k-mart,
at the layaway counter
an older couple paid
down the debt of shoppers
who were delinquent,
scanning accounts that had
children’s toys. a younger
man, bearing no resemblance
whatsoever to Santa,
dropped $300 in cash
on the counter. “add this
to whatever they do.”

vi.
so, where is the Sun?
So, where is the Son?

Photo: thedailyreview.com

Photo: thedailyreview.com

This poem was originally published in my first poetry collection,Jacaranda Rain, Collected Poems, 2012. Many wishes for a Merry Christmas to all my poet friends. Whether you see Christmas as a sacred truth or myth, the message of light, peace, giving and joy is for all. Celebrate!

Photo: D. Slotto

Photo: D. Slotto–Zoe and Sparky study their present!

 

SALVATION Army–Monday Meanderings

Photo Credit: Deviant Art

Photo Credit: Deviant Art

In the background,
he strips thyme and rosemary from their stems,
into a stainless steel bowl.
The scent of herbs, apple pie and ginger
pervades the family room
where

he watches war unfold on A&E.
An enemy’s blood splatters the screen.
I block out the noise of contradiction,
search for words of love and peace
to celebrate the season in verse.

Music sounds an ending.
I raise my head to witness
a good guy die.
No winners here.

A fire dances in the hearth,
then Mozart fills the room.

Will it be in music
that hope will enclose our battered world?
Will winter snow
cover scorched land, satisfy sere hearts?
Will love supplant bullets,
peace settle in the crevices of wounds?

Bells ring at the entrances of a local Walmart
beneath winter solstice sun.

Photo Credit: Sacramento Bee

Photo Credit: Sacramento Bee

Sunshine with Partial Cloudiness

Written for dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night--a reflection on  the meaning of Christmas.

Sunlight

Sunlight (Photo credit: Dave Stokes)

Sunshine, with Partial Cloudiness

i.
You stop me cold.
I’m lost in a fog
of steam, thoughts
and ruminations.
Then you peek through
the shower glass,
enlighten a droplet
of water, burst colors—
prisms to interrupt
my distractions.

ii.
In a bubble forming
on my forearm, you capture
my attention again,
force me to the present
moment. I notice the play
of spray on my bare skin,
hear the colors of music.
Through almost-closed blinds,
your light slows
in song to praise,
to dissipate dark clouds,
naked tree branches.

iii.
Is this how it was
for shepherds grazing
their flocks that night?
For kings searching
to grasp mysteries?
For us common folk
who muddle through life,
grapple with violence?

iv.
The feather of a cedar
waxwing, snags on the
tree outside my window
flutters in the breeze.
I can’t see wind,
only discern its presence
by its effect on something
tangible. Children died.
But love shines through
if you look for it.

v.
Yesterday in K-Mart,
at the LayAway counter
an older couple paid
down the debt of shoppers
who were delinquent,
scanning accounts that had
children’s toys. A younger
man, bearing no resemblance
whatsoever to Santa,
dropped $300 in cash
on the counter. “Add this
to whatever they do.”

vi.
So, where is the Sun?
So, where is the Son?

Merry Christmas to all! The Pub opens Tuesday, 15:00 EST. Hope to see as many of you as are able to make it. Don’t forget, you can join us on Wednesday, too.

Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedrorum) eating berries

Cedar Waxwing (Bombycilla cedrorum) eating berries (Photo credit: Wikipedia)