Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
The budding nativity scene at Old Town Cathedral
adjacent Naomi’s Route 66 Diner where my fiancée and I
stepped into this morning out of New Mexico’s enchanting snow
wore an expression of preordained purpose
greater than itself and perhaps
equivalent to what itself represents.
From our shared perspective, through a fresh frosted window,
the framework manger centered directly in line
with the cathedral’s enormous French doors and their carved
significance amid sunrise flurries too intricate to clearly be seen,
almost as though it was an opened portal
unlocked to invite our eyes to another still locked.
Sipping warm-apple cider, neither one of us spoke
as we imagined, in tandem, our journey to endless unknowns,
both so mesmerized by possibility’s euphoric beauty
we hardly noticed the little blonde-haired girl
with a key in her hand walking straight towards us
whose first footsteps through fresh-fallen snow had yet to form.
11/21/2018
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