I’m a first-timer
at year end.
Bookkeeping year end that is.
Year end
where you literally look back at every check
and every debit.
Every line
to see if
accounts balance
and columns reconcile.
It’s tedious business–
this i-dotting and t-crossing
or penny-finding.
And yet it’s poetic
this accounting for every piece
this delicate care for even the smallest fraction
even the most infinitesimal amount.
O how I wish the miracle this Christmas
would be
–this much care
–this much precision
–this much attention
paid to the lives
our world seems to spend
without reconciling.