Esperanza
January – the emptiness is deafening.
Like swimming upstream in a bowl of ice cubes.
Morning/evening, dark skies greet dead souls.
The month of let downs, meltdowns
After December’s beauty vaporized.
The lights and tinsel have vanished.
We journeyed from hope to exuberance
Then returned to blandness.
New Year’s resolutions floating like specks
Before our eyes.
We anticipated gifts, the Christ Child
And the clean slate of a new year.
Now only snow storms await our hopes.
If hope springs eternal
How do we survive in this muck till Spring?
Seems Hope left the party early
Tossing her noisemaker into the nearest trash bin,
While whispering to the merry makers
“I’m leaving town”.