Where is my holiday spirit?
Where is my holiday spirit?
On a walkabout
Not in sight anywhere
I’ve looked not hard
I dislike bustle
in the reflective time,
heavy traffic
in our small town
Hustle, rushing
when the season
calls for quiet
Deep quiet.
Listening.
Holy-days spirits
spooked by spoiled rushing rumblings.
Hers, hiding with ours.
listening quiet inside