Christmas gems in through the blind
Synthetic orange light murked through the
Five glasses lined up on the window sill
And I’m back to eleven years previous
Knots in my belly
Gifts in my eyes
And the firm itchiness of
New pyjamas keeping me awake.
This year the sleigh bells and feet
Trudging on the roof are silent
Instead insomnia swells
And I watch the lights through the glass
A circle of non-sleep on Xmas day.