Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Absolute Grey

Today is so grey
It feels like I am dreaming
and haven’t awoken yet.
Everywhere I look
there are cars
pulling in to parking spots.
Rushing.
Trying to get through with Christmas
in time for Christmas.
At my home,
my decorated tree
sits in the corner with no presents underneath it’s branches.
It looks like a Southern belle,
dressed in her finest ball gown,
lifting her skirt to show off her bare ankles.
It’s shocking.
And yet,
I don’t mind.
There is a stillness here.
A quiet.
My headphones rest in the paisley chair
across from me.
My tea cup
sits at my feet
still full of green tea.
It is all so still,
it is as if we had all been frozen
into a Christmas memory,
one that Rockwell would never paint.