And here we are
On the cusp of a Christmas
Trying to be
What it cannot,
Trying to escape
The shadows of memory
We know
Can never be launched
For this year’s celebration.
Reaching around,
Trying to embrace
The scattered, fragile plans
Dictated
By this time’s necessity.
Together at a distance —
Sharing, still,
Our stream of love.
Check writes from North Wildwood.