And Yet…
Musings from early January 2024
Dry oak leaves still grasp the trunk
While the treetop is bare.
Ornaments begin climbing back into boxes and closets
Yet the Three Kings have not yet arrived to celebrate.
My granddaughter at eleven, is so excited to wear her first loop earrings,
Still, she loves anything pink and her stuffed animals and Rachel, her American Girl doll.
My husband, a semi-retired accountant, enjoys the release from tax season’s intensity,
Able to savor reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich
Even so, he scrambles to finish W-2s for his few remaining bookkeeping clients.
Migrants have wistful memories of homeland beauty,
However, such thoughts must never displace remembering the dangers that propel them along the road.
How does Platonic essentialism gain hold
In minds that continuously dwell in so many places?
We are all de las fronteras,
Always dwelling on the borderlands.
