Karameh

11.09 in the Attic

The chill in my toes
Is my mother's,
Which lets me know
The humdrum drill
Has purpose,
And the snaking day
And silent night
Aspire
To
Something.

Caravaggio - The Taking of Christ

January

The dark is cumbersome
On the Velux windows,
The Northern Lights
Spurt somewhere up north.
And I am here,

Heart thudding.