An Ode to January

before it all fell
into an abyss it never came out of
i was there

"January" by Alphonse Mucha

“January” by Alphonse Mucha

picking up dust with a pan
shoes cast aside
in fatigue
packing boxes

climbing out of windows
enjoying supposed freedoms

candlelit restaurants
walks through parks
niceties
unexpected
mundane
Mine to keep
The painting of
the vulture looking down
the long branch it clings on
its yellow beak beckoning
despite its grey feathers
against the white background
accompanied by
ancient scrolls whose meanings have been
replaced by
time/space
aged by stares
reflections
narcissisms
essential translucence

indifference falls on those who give
give
never get
back

gifts

cheap abasements
(actually so precious)
for what more can be shown for with gratitude
than tangible forms of custom
birthdays, pujas, christmases, hannukahs and eids?

the gifts of ripe religions-

stumbling
as they preach

while thrills and bidis burn late
while embers, upon touching the concrete
flicker
die
while trees carry a shadow of a kiss
on a forehead
a breath of freshness

magic
a display
but don’t be sorry

stand back
observe
look
dissect
remember
have faith
don’t regret anything because
regret is for children

respect the smiles on the faces of

strangers

did i mention,
i ain’t saying sorry no more
my gift to you is i am moving on

before it all fell
into an abyss it never came out of

-May 2007

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