The next two and a half weeks
will tumble together like a fever
dream in which I am always late
for something but can’t remember
what it is or how to get there,
like being stuck on a treadmill
with no control panel or switch,
like stacking things atop each other
that are not meant to be stacked,
and then at the end of it all
there will be one moment of silence
as we sing Silent Night and head home.
