Presence
by
Stephen Leake

 

Across the dark, a robin learns the Winter.

A candle dissolves; frank and sensuous

Against the extending light. 

The streets remain illegible with snow.

 

I travel through you; uncurling

Where weather decorates the night

And naves of Christmas pines

Grasp human shadows.

 

Alone I go, echoing carols

In powdered places.  Echoes that are glorified.

Prolonged.

 

Until I find you on the bench

Pressed with our pasts. 

A child again.  Tricked and traced by

Memory’s gift.  Lasting.  Imprinted.

 

A proof of the year’s new world.

 

Especially written for Christmas Time by Stephen Leake
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