Old Dogs

CHRISTMAS LIGHTS


it's an annual
holiday procession

a pilgrimage
of sorts
slow and deliberate
down a street
bathed in light
toward a house emitting
a cacophony of color
mesmerizing in scope
and complexity
dwarfing by comparison
the smaller
and more concise
seasonal displays
defining its perimeter

a sublime
celebration
mired in a sea
of mediocrity

but what
did the Magi
seek?

the light?
the brilliance?
the spectacle?

no
the star
in the east
shined of soul
of spirit
of heart
but not
of perceptual
substance

the blind
could see it
the deaf
could hear it
and all life
leaned in unison
toward a common center
physically undefinable
seemingly beyond all
comprehension
yet understood
by all

across
the street
almost lost
in the glare
a single blue strand
casts a subtle
but permeating
haze

illumination
not the intent
rather to deliver
a more empathic
message

to transfer
emotion

to exchange
subdued light
for a subdued
realization
of meaning

of hope

of love