Blue Helium Sky

December Notes

I didn’t take the medicine
last night that stops the dark bells
of morning with their knell
of remorseful memories
congregating in my thoughts.
And now at Green Lake they are caught
in the branches of December
trees that scrawl their reflections on
the gray windows of my parked car.
The past returns in scenes
from a film projector –
sudden and elusive as a dream.

I’m coming back to my twenties
when I longed to get
lost in the Black Forest
of a quiet night’s rest.

For days halcyon skies
have locked the Puget Sound in
a trance of winter sun
that glows like an icy razor
until the approaching night.
Behind me the watery light
of the lake’s surface shines
like a mirror holding the portents
of old age immersing my mind.
My youth seems like a shadow
in an obscure riddle
that I’m destined to never know.

I’m coming back to my twenties
when I longed to get
lost in the Black Forest
of a quiet night’s rest.

2010


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