Who Knew

Through curtains of danger,
The elegant stranger
Gusts into the room
A king in a manger.

Unfurling his wisdom
To flocks that would listen.
Though houses seemed haunted,
This traveler undaunted.

Once thriving and yearning,
The seasons kept turning.
Turning and flipping,
The tables kept tipping.

The ache in the laughter,
A quake of disaster.
Like servant to master,
Faster and faster.

Take it and keep it.
Render and reap it.
Follow in footsteps,
Falling for backflips.

What’s left at the altar
Convictions won’t falter.
The plot and the land
A castle in sand.

The echo of dreams
Sewn together it seems
Foundation to beams
By benevolent schemes.

The wind that blows through
Won’t rustle the view.
Just shimmers the old
And brings in the new.


12/16/20