With Seeking

With Seeking

 
The angel on the shelf looks upon the white open squares
of my calendar. My pen scurries to pour ink into each crevice
but falters in the parade of days looping back and forth
in strings of identical weeks.
 
The angel on the shelf holds a glitter-covered star on a green thread.
She is one of the last decorations destined for bubble-wrapped hibernation
but she is yet a voice of her holiday, singing silent over that guiding star
of ancient wise ones.
 
Begin the year with seeking, and do not
stop. The truth awaits among the outcast.
 
I put down my pen
and go east.
 
 
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