This year,21 December is the crucial day:
Earth, Sun, in their ancient dance.
Do they need our help?
The day, here in the North, shrinking;
what should be, if any, our concern?
Offer up our Christmas gifts
to beg exchange for longer days?
Hold vigil at Stonehenge,
believing that all our being,
all our attention, is what we owe,
to earn a daylight that
may not continue on the morrow
to shrink to eternal darkness?
Feel so small, as we contemplate
The mysteries of the universe?
Feel so great, as we participate
in so vast a system?
Or just, a private moment’s awe,
then back to Christmas obligations?
How quick we’ll be, though,
to note the day’s few bonus minutes
in a week or two – post-Christmas gift
that was delayed in some almighty post;
secretly, we’re sure that we deserve it;
yet, a lifting of the heart, while we forget
I have not mentioned love.