Christmas Day 2018
Is the world…universe…existence
just the dream of a god
driven mad by its loneliness?
Is this too homocentric a concept?
Is this too dark a thought for a Christmas day?
Perhaps it is just me feeling sorry for myself.
For, I feel alone. Sad. Angry with myself.
If I were to create a world right now,
it might be much like this one.
Yet, I see the streaks of blue sky
through passing clouds and the
birds chirping and flitting
through the yard and
am grateful to be
alive to feel the
Life is not bad.
The Christmas season is wearing
I feel the pressures of things undone.
Days too short and clouded sunshine
drive me inward
to write this tattered poem.