Christmas 2025 Westport Connecticut
Liminal weather
this week
snow
rain, sleet
snow again
quickly melting
into clement
bare
soft ground
a traveling mercy
for getting us
safely
where we need
to be, our
assemblage of family
in union and unison
chosen
birthed
each praying
the same
merciful ease
be shown to us
in the often
strain of gatherings
expectations, those
holiday hurdles
and no one
can jump that high
anymore
if ever
this year we
have toiled to make
our usual
fervent bustle
slowed
savored
more even keeled
in kilter
in New England
home of
our origin
flickering holiday
travel scenes
the mama
her little dog
crated, grateful to be
going wherever
her human goes
little, smooth
fox terrier
now one of the
bags slogged
from station to station
lulled by
the melodiousness
of trains
wood and water ways
whizzing
in and out of view
here and gone
a lesson of presence
being in
the going
the arriving
in Westport
to expectant love
a warm hearth
opens
into a friend’s hug
his generosity
of spirit
of, well, everything
ready for, well, anything
and how lucky
is everyone
who comes here
the Fusion
of family
grown children cargo
father, German Shepard, too
precious, all in one
taking turnpikes
and parkways
to 11 Rockyfield Road
to partake in our
festive ancestral
traditions
now nestled in Connecticut
their arrival
met with merriment
all
embracing the how
now of blessings
six lives
being lived
harmoniously
with heart
not taken
for granted
because beloveds
friends suffer
silent storms
raging loneliness
inclement stretches
of days, years
sometimes
the shadows of which
have been our own
and will be again
for that is set up
here, this earth plane
seldom euphonious
or like the weather
can’t make up its mind
or maybe all are
short lived decisions
meant to admired
in their spontaneity
nature’s brevity
calling senses to wake
expectations to cede
to the moment
for the exact duration
of mist or light
catch what is now
release
and fill with wonder
at the next display
today is not for
forgotten gifts
lost in wrappings
ripped and tossed
off to the corner of the room
but for the unopened treasures
sitting right before us
seeking to be held
unwrapped jewels
polished, reflections
of each otherness
consanguine humanness
we are all family
chosen, biological
we are all nature
we are all gifts
to give, to cherish
behold
this is Christmas