Elegy in January
The type of people who gather to watch
the controlled demolition of condemned buildings
are the same people who believe everything
happens for a reason. I’m not one of them,
but I envy them. They busy themselves with prayer
at moments like these while I sit with nothing
to do. I try talking to you in my mind
and end up delivering a monologue mostly
about my own grief, my tone windless, my words
paper cranes nose-diving. In the backyard,
a visitation of red-winged blackbirds
out of season. Winter is late this year.
The first cold spell is coming next week.
It’s forecast to stay.
Header photo of red-winged blackbird by Don Freiday, courtesy U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Photo of Elizabeth Onusko by Michelle Meier.