It’s the eve of winter solstice.
The longest night will soon be here.
I don’t care about shorter days.
It’s the darkness that I fear.
Not as bad now as it once was.
I’m bald and mostly grey.
I’m also not as curious.
About those things that people say.
I find myself in wonder.
About God and things afar.
And if I have what it takes to change?
Or leave things as they are?