I slip one step farther
From a reality
I once was sure I knew
The more I slide
The less it all seems real
On what I once was
My answers sound more like a question
I don’t have a clue
The sun is surely in the winter doldrums
Its’ shows up late every morning
And leaving early at the end of the day
With no enthusiasm to share any of its’ warmth
What about the rest of us
Caught up in the sun’s cyclical moods
Having to face all on our own
Arctic cold fronts,
Cars that won’t start
Furnaces that won’t shut off
With cold feet, cold hands and faces
And (SAD) Seasonal Affective Disorder
Yes we could leave
Enticed by family and friends
Who boast of warmer climes
Of topical islands
Lust and green
But what about the others
Who have to remain behind
Now that the holidays are over
Who can they complain too?
What is misery if it can’t be shared
So we stay put
With the other fools
And do our countdown
To when the sun may change her mood
It has been said “in life as social creatures
What we reveal to others of ourselves
Is the view of what we ourselves’
Wish Ourselves to be”
Noble, honest, caring and intelligent
Not to be better than others
But at least as good
Yet throw in a Natural Resource Stewards’ Christmas party
With a Tacky Xmas Present Swap
A dancing chicken who has made an appearance two years in a row
And the core myself crumbles at its foundation
For I want the chicken, wanted last year too.
What does that say about me?
Who am I deep down within my essence?
If I had seen it in the store, I would never think to buy it.
So why want it? Was it the Egg Nog?
And what about the others that were there,
What do they think of me now?
So now the dancing chicken is mine, at least for a year
Until it is re-gifted, brought back to where it came from
Thinking of ways to repair the damage of one self’s image
Maybe write a book “A year in the Life of a Dancing Chicken and Me”
Something meaningful, something redeeming
Something that puts me and the dancing chicken in a better light