The Low Winter Sun: (December 14th,2020)

The low winter sun bursts through my windscreen Creating fragmentary diamonds of light. I wait by the kerb and wonder if dreams And visions seep through the deep cracks in time. For where I am stationed, my old school stands And I feel as though present and past are One. Perhaps no- one truly understands The sweet miracles of life. In my car, I recline and absorb the rich patterns Of meaning as the low winter sun burns And glows like a strange god. Soon festive stores Will open, and when I walk through those doors, I want to retain a sense of freedom; Despite crude masks and lingering boredom.