an electrified candle, in the window
splays
Illumination, reflected glass
a dated, treasured turntable
spins
holiday homage to warm feelings
in the corner, a stoic toy soldier
surveys
convergence of joy and despair
a closest of old shoes
upstairs
sit deep and still, in the dark
around the room, eyes fixate on the
ornate
blur of complex emotion
do we believe, in these moments, of others
in ourselves
on the stage of the choreographed
a time to be pulled from life’s
river
do we instead draw backwards
to the mundane
but familiar
skipping stones 