December Rain

She muddles an unusually warm December dark drooling deep afternoon Drizzly wait, not long before her hungry needy kids return from school, recomposing herself against a grey back porch wall Knees up, peering out listening for wonder How her life is the same, and different, compared to her backyard river flowing surely and widely but silently south while a raucous river of cars in front shuttle up and down self-stated highway's over-fueled Advent of relentless unholyday traffic Punctuated with rambunctious horn blasts, or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "Just passing by...." EarthJustice passing water toward southerly Sound, carbon-eaters to her back across a dusky front yard Advent of early evening's commercial family business, industry, institutions for competing corporate commodification flowing toward stealthy syncopated impatience, and then by-passing away. By-passing, messiah's mass faltering to sing in her faithful but worn thin heart and hair, hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean even more than busy motor air surging through more urgent toxic time investment to completely commercialize UnBirthing Wonder's purgative sacred flow into therapeutic nature. Flow, transubstantiating home and families into consumer markets floating down her river of mid-December's discontent with waiting. Discontent, gloaming river fog Spreading miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light waiting for her family's magic blue bus delivering this December night's transforming rebirth.