At a Christmas Eve Singing and Lighting of Candles
The children are loud tonight.
No. Not Ours. Yours.
We don't bother to shhh them.
We change seats, focus, and
drop a stink eye toward theIr parents,
too,
caught in clamor.
The birth we celebrate
must have been as stabled
as this,
even without
microphones or guitars.
--T.A. Sukany 24 Dec 2019
The children are loud tonight.
No. Not Ours. Yours.
We don't bother to shhh them.
We change seats, focus, and
drop a stink eye toward theIr parents,
too,
caught in clamor.
The birth we celebrate
must have been as stabled
as this,
even without
microphones or guitars.
--T.A. Sukany 24 Dec 2019