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The last day of an old year (Free verse) by poetandknowit

I swore to stay sober, and not a drop of it mingled with my blood, only coffee and too many cups at that. I, for once, wanted to see what I was getting myself into, wanted to make sense of the faces passing one by one in the arbitrary night, and when the remnants of exploding light faded to a smolder falling from the sky in a lone streak like the glow of a cranky radio dial, I wanted control of where it was all going, to shift the knob past weak frequencies and finally find a place without static. Desert days made for a barren December and the sky, stooped so low it kissed the cracked dirt, gave nothing but cold expectations. For twenty-eight days I stayed inside trying to recreate a face in the dust of hindsight, ill from eating only bread and fogged from the shakes, pacing the house from kitchen to foyer waiting for a signal, peering out windows every twelve minutes for the slightest inkling of moisture or a sign from the heavens, only to discover two young girls, who in the half light of the last hours of the last evening of the last month looked like twins; sisters peddling penance and wind chimes for a church down the way. I shooed them along to the neighbors, considering they could not raise the dead and, being short on cash, I could not contribute to their saving. With the door safely shut, I hurried to prepare coffee as the girls wandered the sidewalk from house to house armed with abstinence and a chorus of good intentions, the peal of chimes clamoring a symphony with every step against the frozen concrete, each bell its own voice and distinctly clear.

god'swife 23-Jan-03/4:11 PM
How bittersweet. Death is the seventh veil. We make so much up and add too much importance to it. The dead laugh at us, or so I've read. I'm so sorry I have to go, my son doesn't have a single pair of clean underwear and the washers on the blink. My father died 8 years ago, and i'm barely now able to approach him. He comes for tea, sleeps in my bed. He is a comfort and all the things he couldn't be while existing in this tragic realm. Talk with you later I hope. Kisses on your forehead.





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