Year’s End (Winter Solstice)
What began with bewilderment
ends with fatigue. Pixelated
days dispersed into static
we mistook for speech.
We stopped listening
how many shocks ago.
The horror and how it hollows.
One way out
is to locate grace in a walk
and receive a tree’s bare
but bright frequency.
Notice the waxing gibbous
afternoon moon
smudged above a shuttered
Bank of America—lucent,
resigned to its transparency.
See starlings
expand and collapse
like lungs exhaling dusk.
Now the long night,
a long silence
if we’ll let it find us.
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"We stopped listening many shocks ago . . . Now the long night, a long silence if we'll let it find us." Thank you, Joseph. I hope the silence washes over and makes us all anew.
Thank you so much for describing Solstice perfectly. Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year to you and Jarvis!