December Rain

She muddles an unusually warm December dark drooling deep afternoon Drizzly wait, not long before her hungry needy kids return from school, she props herself against back porch wall, knees up, peering out listens to wonder how her life is the same, and different, compared to this river flowing surely and widely but silently south behind our backyard, while a raucous river of cars in front shuttle up and down self stated highway's over-fueled Advent traffic, punctuated with violent horn blasts, or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "Just passing by...." EarthJustice passing. Water toward the south Sound, carbon-eaters to her back across our 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 air, hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean even more than busy motors surging through more urgent toxic time investment to completely commercialize this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow into therapeutic nature Flow, transubstantiating home and families into consumer markets float down her river of mid-December's discontent with waiting. Discontent, gloaming river fog spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light waiting for her family's bus delivering this December night's transforming birth.