In these tail-end days –
with the Christmas tree still standing,
but the presents opened and put away,
with the candles fled from the holders
their white wax breathed into ghosts
and a few wax-drops on the floor…
In these tail-end days –
with the fridge full of left-overs,
no piled up washing,
no school-run,
no morning commute
no to do list,
no have-tos…
In these tail-end days
there is, at last, time –
time to reflect,
time to reconsider,
time to tidy away the year,
to record the losses and gains,
and the lessons learnt.
But the blank page mirrors
my blank mind.