seems innocent enough
a holiday display
a single word
with a dozen tiny lights
the word
joy
as seen
from outside
shining in a window
but looking at it
from inside
with the lights turned off
it looks so much like
you
but broken
or stunted at least
if not shattered
this isn’t
a fundamental or cosmic truth
and i’m not reading
anything into the odd bit of
seasonal dyslexia
or the inside/outside holiday dichotomy
it just struck me
is all
Words and Feathers 