T'Is the Season of Golden Fish and Bells

Sudden fever, limbs trembling, the clog in breathing why now when I wish to sing of the golden coming our way? Packages piled beneath tree, lilies opening their heart and I can't think, no story, no news, no hellos. So I have only my new toy phone and these crazy fish mating and multiplying and swimming past golden bells. Who am I kidding, how could I not be productive every minute when rest is denied me for a cough, swelling at throat. No excuse, one could say, fish will always be fish, darting from threat, meeting their feed needs, following children. So why am I no fish, no human with this glazed brain when the carols unroll with the bowing of violins, trumpet of joy. Isn't that enough, sheer piping pleasure blared to night, to dare fears entrance, to light up world Isn't that the true message, you and I here, meeting for an hour, a gift of sharing, the unrolling of fatigue, the quieting of sorrow with the birth of a new world. How new? Minutes new, this is enough for joy to cherish the golden fish swimming into you life disappearing like tomorrow's sun forever but alive.