DECEMBER 10

Brush your hair demurely alert,
ever-welcoming sound & rain,
assuage shoulder pangs,
attentive right? Loving
always, sing a song now
you've begun, full and low,
to go,

and rest looking on lit, righteous
harbours themselves reflectionless
supporting bright faces refractory
and turned, pinned unawares of
shufflings

cast up, lost and trafficked.
The beginning concluded
left restless and empty of eye-
sighted tenderness headed back
shivering
and deaf now, detached
from impressions quickened
by a sly knowing, and a story
sustained in not-sleeping thought.