Sunday, December 8, 2013

There is a difference


There is a difference between cold, the visitor,
and cold, the companion.

The visitor wears fine clothes
and knocks before entering.

The companion is present always,
and confesses our end.

Such a faithful friend, yet,
we would abandon him.

But we shall not speak of death
this bright winter dawn.

We shall not, for something, or someone,
is making a sound.

Our gaze on the door, our hand
to the knob.

If out must be in, then in
must be out.



2 comments:

Joseph Hutchison said...

This is among your very best poems, William--from the soul-shiver in the first couplet to the koan-like profundity of the last. Wonderful!

William Michaelian said...

And then there is the warmth
of kind, cherished,
observant
friends.

Thanks, Joe!