Just a man sitting at a kitchen
table mumbling morning prayers
while everywhere around him
the birds wait for the light.
Do such simple scenes keep
the world green for this life and
for the life to come? Maybe.
Though his long-cherished season
is still weeks away he listens to
The First Noel, the carol an odd
memento mori. He wonders if his
end will arrive sitting at a kitchen
table mumbling prayers rote and
fresh as dawn and birdsong. Maybe.