the new house (any house)
new job (any job)
for my birthday
for him to notice me
for them to appreciate me
to grow up
for my kids to grow up
waiting to die?
waiting for life most of all
waiting for justice to fall, to keep falling
like the rain we’ve been waiting for
dry so long you forget what it tastes like
he said he’d be here
how long has it been?
two thousand years?
i feel like it’s
just around the corner
like waiting for that bus
leaning out into the street
the smell of diesel in my mouth
that’s what hope tastes like
Momentarily blinded by the light of the star
Shining down on me from the Walmart sign
I gather my courage, enter in
Where has my heart led me, again this year?
Looking, as ever, for that one perfect gift
Will it make someone happy?
Knowing only love would lead me here
This day of all days
Searching out that long-awaited, eagerly anticipated
Representation of love
For what else is a gift, any gift
Freely (or expensively) given?
Socks, slippers, this year’s fought-over Furby
Yet there is love even here, even at Walmart
One more shopping day before Christmas
I know Christ died
That things are only things
Grass fading, flowers falling
But today, this day made for man
I will be battered and bumped
I will seek and not find
I will wish for something simpler
A little more real
All the time picturing
Little boy Jesus
Playing with Myrrh
Wishing for a bicycle