Tuesday, December 7, 2010

awaited Noel.

Waiting and waiting, a unified anticipation-
Of the drawing familiarity, breaching culture and country and family,
Of the commercial hustle against the subdued tempo of routine,
And the muted bell at the entrance of a drab department store door.

Waiting and waiting, a childlike gleam-
Of stockings and sweaters and reindeer and wreaths.
An uninterrupted hum of a carol, and the reassurance of its words,
Shared over sleigh-shaped cookies and gingerbread houses.

Waiting and waiting, a subconscious countdown-
For the benchmark date that halts all transitions,
And offers reflection of 365 days lived fully, or fully survived…
Though the candied calendar only measures 25.

Waiting and waiting, as Winter raps on Falls door-
Prompting the effortless downslide into the celebrated season.
Waning temperatures met with warming sentiments,
And the shiny wrapped shoebox on its way to Niger.

Waiting and waiting, do you see what I see?-
With each florescent twinkle or warm chimney burn,
Growing and glowing larger with gaining cheer,
Full in the streets, composing the lightest nights of the year.

Waiting and waiting, a heightened nostalgia-
For the grandfatherly tales of ‘how it used to be’.
A return to traditions: the old and the new, ensue
A reunion of cinnamon nutmeg and peppermint pine in Papa’s mug.

Waiting and waiting, a formal appeal-
To the fading days of school, and pausing labor of vocation,
And the yearly service of miniature wax torches,
As the white overspill melts into the recycled candlestick net.

Waiting and waiting, an intangible resound
For the advent of the MORE.
In the layered notions, in the hushed moments, 
The weary world rejoices.
A sacred stillness, inevitable, of desperate need fulfilled,
In universal understanding and resonating agreement
Of goodwill toward men, and inspired hope for Peace on earth.


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