Christmas

Evening: the nervous suburbs levitate.

Height does us no harm, now we are high above the mineral pools,

above the flash hotel whose only use is treachery.

Someone knocks on a door and you crouch behind the bed.

Down in the bar, the small girls toast their parents,

the brother breaks a large bone for its marrow.

I’m thinking of a challenge for us all. The star in the sky

has traveled all the way from home. Now follow that!