CHRISTMAS DAY 2002
Christmas afternoon at my daughter’s house. Lulled by good food, holiday music and family cheer. Realizing too late we have stayed too long.
a
spreading whiteness
as
darkness descends—
the
intense quiet
Street not plowed.
Almost no indication where curbs are.
We open the side windows to see better.
Heavy-laden trees and bushes reach out to grab at the car and lash
us. Can’t make a hill. We back down and try again. A longer run this time, but still not quite. Once more we back down and slide into a
drift.
wind-blown
snow
the
slow slog back
to
family
Presence, #28 Jan. 2006
