I looked for you all this December day
Sun turned to rain then to snow
This brief winter day turned to dark

I thought of you all this day
Been grateful for you, for us
For our simple life, our health

Thankful for your patience
Your capacity for love, caring, ritual
Thankful for your memory of us

Thankful even for the torn ragged episodes
The sad, the shameful, the … but wait;
There you are

In your lit window upstairs
I beckoned: “Come out, come out.”
You shook your head and killed the light.