Luxury

When I was young,
so very young,
and I had all the world and time
for every venture,
for every fancy’s flight,
still
I never had enough.

Now,

I cram an hour in an instant,

And luxury is easily found.

Snowfall

My back against cold cinderblock –

my six weeks’ babe in arms –

while through the triple window
over wood and waxy leaves
snow falls in slant surprising lines –

And from the big bright room outside,
words too
fall
weighted with a wonderful surprise:

“Thou son of David –
Joseph! –
Fear not.

The virgin is with child.”