The Sixth of January by David Budbill
Okay, I was going to say that I’m a total tool for saving this poem forever and then not posting it on January 6th. However, then I realized that, even though it’s January 16th, the poem is more appropriate today given our weather and the fact that I’ve been cosy in my apartment drinking tea for several days.
The Sixth of January
By David Budbill
The cat sits on the back of the sofa looking
out the window through the softly falling snow
at the last bit of gray light.
I can’t say the sun is going down.
We haven’t seen the sun for two months.
Who cares?
I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this stillness.
The only sound: the occasional gurgle of tea
coming out of the pot and into the cup.
How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
in this world of woe.
