christmas

.
the verge of
something new—
solstice, sunrise, comet coming through

at times it seems angels tend, stars align,
low meets high,
even ass and oxen suddenly sense
their mutual otherness has been dispensed

a tale begins that glorifies the plain,
a new thing is magnified,
a
snowball rolls through time,
gathers rituals, books, saints,
gains velocity and multitudes believe
G
od’s entangled now, today:
homeless streetwise poor
ordinary human deified
—but turn away

Jim Culleny
12/24/17