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.


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,

Thanks, Joe!