ADVENT ONE
advent one
Cold as Pilate, dark as the deep
on which the great wings brooded,
bleak as moraine the toe of winter.
Ant and grasshopper lie together
but only one will get up. Cancers flower
strangely. Pink-cheeked young
homeless sleep under bridges.
The old grow cold and colder.
Dark looms. What is hope?
One candle.
Something gathers beyond
horizons. Something stirs
inside her. Kicks. In the night
sheep bleat, a shepherd
dreams strangely. Something
gathers beyond stars. It sounds
like rehearsal.
RK
hat tip image: Detlef Henke