another daydream

another daydream

Wednesday, December 26, 2018



The infant
will be sentenced 
even as he is born.
Even as gifts are given,
the last agony begins.
We sing-song in the sands of
an hourglass...we praise the promise
of the start...we fold the ending into the 
startle of the babe who beats our hearts.
And we cry "joy" in the night, as if...
from the sweet milk of hope we will never part.