Who Knew

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

Unfurling his wisdom
To those 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.

An ache in the laughter,
A quake of disaster.
A service 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.

An echo of dreams
Sewn together, it seems,
Foundation to beams
By benevolent teams.

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


12/16/20