Vicissitudes

Variations

On an unpleasant

Theme

Over the words

Sung low and repeating

I hear the vicissitudes

Lurching from the pews

Of renewed loss of hope

In the caverns of light

Darkness

In the halls of good

Evil

Why these changes

Are forced on us like a

Placard on the ground

I await a new day

The breaking dawn

And bird sound

Propinquity

Propinquity

The moment

I let go

As the finger rolls

Off the ledge

I know that I am close

As the wind holds me up

From the danger below

A new year ahead

And one left behind

What will come in the moment

Of life

To be close

But forgotten

Ebullition

The stroke of midnight

In the city that never sleeps

As the sun fades on the final

Day

Of 2024

I rejoice quietly

With ebullition

But subtlety

Resilient

For in the night

Comes another day

Another chance

To say

I can do

Better

Christmas Day

Today is the day

That the light

Takes up a new meaning

To be the full

Version

Of light

That can help

Bring

Us to the hope

Of another year

So I hold on to the thought

Of what is to come

On this day

And those that follow

Christmas Eve

The day

Sets easy with

Heavy fog

On the lake

Freshwater damp

Air rings out

In the pale light

As the moments roll by

So to hear the carols

Ringing in the distance

As we bless the world

Around

Us

Tough

When the world

Hits the drop

On point

In the moment

Of distress

To hold up the moments

That hold us down

Making up the words

That we so long to hear

To be here today

And gone tomorrow

Fickle

There was once a man

Who could only believe

What he heard

He had no ability to think

He could only act

On the words in his ear

This fickle man

Had no spine or hope

To be a powerful foe

To the darkness

Of the days ahead

Melancholy

Whose spirit is that

Of nothing to bright

Nor to low

For the melancholy foe

Stands on his hind feet

Waiting for the moment

Of in between light and dark

The feeling emits the

Fear yet the hope

We all know and love

Wallet

The thick leather bound

Wallet

That was stolen

By the criminals in Paris

Withered desperate souls

Sits next to my hand

Upon arrival back

Somehow

I have pity for those silly fools

Who steal for a living

They have no meaning on this planet

They just take

And justify their deeds with needs

Of silliness

Rather have no heart

For these silly fools

The wallet tells the story

Everyday I see it

Blue

The sky

Above us

And the ground below

Beyond the clouds

Where the airplanes

Go

The blue

Is perpetual

As the sun comes in

Day after day

Taking every moment

To say

I see the blue

Beyond the vail

Of the clouds that scatter

The light

From the ground