Christmas CRAFT night with a friend.
Stringing popcorn and cranberries
into garlands for trees, birds
or bookcases. Poking cloves into citrus
patterns of brown against
vibrant orange, an evocative scent.
Mid evening, from states away, texts
with images of orange peel mushrooms
dotted with white paint, sticks for stems
and twine to make them ornaments.
My daughter sharing the makings
of her Christmas craft night with a friend.
As OFTEN happens we unknowingly
enter the same orbit, find ourselves
tethered in space, apart but not.
For tonight, that which is HEAVY
rests within a basket of good cheer.

Heather