Copyright 2018 © by Karen Vorbeck Williams
GREETINGS, my family and friends,
At the end of 2016-- the annus horribilis, the annus mirabilis--here is a wish for the New Year.
you have come and gone
while I was waiting.
The doorlatch is still warm in my hand
but the shadows moving in the hall
are only wind.
I whisper to you,
straining to hear the stairs creek.
Cry down the chimney!
Knock at the window!
Why does waiting never happen?
Half hidden in the floor crack,
I found the hairpin you dropped.
I expected to see you—
expected fluffs of dust
to part and blow as you passed.
In firelight I smelled you,
your lost image waning on the wall.
Oh, Lady, such restless knowing,
such awful waiting
to find your hand someday in the dark.
photo art: Michael R JUstice