12-25-20, a poem

On this eve when we’re looking up

to the sky

for stars to guide us,

or angels to sing to us,

or bells in church towers

to ring clear,


Take a moment to look down

at the soil beneath you,

stand still

feeling the earth turning.

Keep your head in the clouds

where your holiday wishes reside,

and your feet planted

here in the world where

we all live together.


Yes, even after the tragedy

of a year

wasted on that which is ill,

those who still live

are all here together,

our next breath

the most precious gift of the season.