i am so glad you’re here (christmas day 2022)

christmas snow quiet wonder home birth

fly heart, 
i’ve glided upon
wings of another’s light and
sweet voices sing, i call them beside
me, but their ecstatic eyes are on
the only One worthy, now low, and 
i cannot stoop into the reality of infinite made, 
even if the word shatters all the concentration of 
humanity’s best minds—never is a 
great way around and mystery 
satisfies in the same
places sound 
resonates 
into what some 
call caverns others call 
wounds, still, still others trap
themselves in slots of language
prison bars of belief called philosophy called
commonality called decency called—and in the calling the 
breaking hides from what could be healing, oh, 
Leaking King, leaking all over me and others who 
never wanted it, grown up, never asked, always 
hiding beneath a sack to fake their death while 
living masks wear them into public, they 
walk amongst the graveyards, their 
epitaph read by everyone but them, words 
from another’s pen, the sum of a life tied to 
thin glimmers in a mind falling slow into 
a dawning repose, all that matters, is 
where you’ll lay your head (doesn’t it?)
upon whose breast you’ll have 
your final rest, and whose arms, if any, 
will hold and whisper,

“my child, my child,
	i am so glad you 
			are here.”

	“my child,
			my child, 
		you mean the world
				to me.”