And I Wonder, Where Else Would You Want to Be?
written by: Katharyn Howd Machan
But here, this table with mandarins
and three fat candles in red glass
as snow refuses to fall again
but carols play, carols fill the air.
For seven decades you’ve known light
to make its way through clear cold windows,
Christmastime the reach of open
arms to give and take with love
in balance as the winter world
calls back the distant sun.
Beneath your hands, a woven cloth
patterned with holly, mottled with gold.
You have your book, your page, your pen.
Today, again, you’ll pour warm tea,
make peace with growing old.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This title is gratefully borrowed from the last line of “Seville Still Life,” a poem by Barbara Crooker in her collection from Pittsburgh University Press, Some Glad Morning.
- And I Wonder, Where Else Would You Want to Be? - December 23, 2023