(Like most folks, I’ll be pretty busy these next few days, so I thought I’d post this oldie to wish everyone who celebrates it a happy and peaceful holiday.)
Outside The Inn
There would, of course, have to be a star
—as there always was— but
only a single star, luminous and
beckoning above the merest shelter.
Around the meager edifice,
its wattle daubed with ordinary
midnight, there would of course be
shepherds, nodding, and the music of
sheep bells a softly ringing lullaby.
There would have to be an angel.
The sky, a clear intoxicant, would
open and the angel would be singing
and the shepherds, keeping their sheep
would have to spread the word
and be certain.
(Online) Every Day Poets Dec. 2008 (Now Defunct)
(Print) Best Of Every Day Poets I Jan 2011