Fourth Sunday of Advent
"Magi"
You have hours to thinkswaying over desert sands.The snort of a camelor the howling of the owlthe only punctuation of your mind.The heavy ticking of moon and sun.Pondering timerippling over signs and prophecies.Contingencies connected somehow.This starshe does not rise on her own.She is caught in a webpulled and pullingbringing something into view.You can feel it on the airquivering.A ribbon of meaningtracing through all things.