THE IMMEDIACY, THE IMMEDIACY,

 

THE IMMEDIACY, THE IMMEDIACY,

AFTER SOLSTICE

Three degrees isn’t the low

on this walk, there’s wind

from the west. Pause

at Solstice, redemption

isn’t immediate

and it’s a darker snow

in the poet’s inclinations

as he, too walks helpless

before the frozen world,

hard gold to love,

a mother’s milk,

Dr. Williams reminds us

Come in out of the cold,

One can’t report this extreme

and your story-telling

during the year

can’t be improved upon

now, hard hard gold

Jim Bodeen

22 December 2022