night sky
I need space.

Public spaces are filling up
with noise and flashing lights.
Parking lots are filling up.
Hotels and guest rooms are filling up
with homeward bound.
Family rooms are clogging
with tinsel and stagnating stuff
and credit card purchases and tripping hazards.
Kings are hunting children.

There is no more room.

All this Christmas seems a conspiracy
of Kings stopping Newborn Kings
ever being born
again.

I will be out in the barn
if you need anything.