First day of Advent, four red candles,
four Sundays of Advent, encircle the Christ
candle, white, the light on Christmas Day.
First night of Hanukkah, one day’s oil
lights the menorah for eight days. Miracles.
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These Early December Mornings
I wake up before the sun rises
looking East to the Moon and Venus.
The two brightest celestial bodies of night,
here in the morning, reminds me of
that which is omnipresent but often forgotten.
Two-Hearted River
I flow today like this two-hearted river.
My energies come from two different places
in my past that should have passed,
but they have pooled around me today.
I trying to empty them. Dissipation. Loss.
The most famous Two Hearted River runs through Michigan and the branches drain into Lake Superior. That’s not my two-hearted river.
Queen Anne’s Lace
An elegant name for what is often
considered a weed. Wild carrot. White flower.
They recall a runner my mother placed
on the dining room table for holidays.
A purple drop from a wine glass.
The Cycle
All the rivers run into the sea.
Tributaries, estuaries where fresh meets salt water.
Rivers are always changing, but the cycle
is invariable; all returns to the headwaters.
Man. Water. There is no new thing.
Palmiet River (South Africa.) enter the Atlantic Ocean
“There is no new thing” – Ecclesiastes 1:7
