Below zero

The Feast of the Holy Name has always been one my favorite Holy Days.  Having it coincide with New Year's Day is a Happy Happenstance or something that Is as it Should Be.

Last night I had to mime

Below zero

In charades.

I failed dramatically.

Today

I wonder how I would mime

The Name above all Names

He who is named

And yet

Still nameless

For no name can claim

The Entirety

Or even his Infinitesimal

Smallness.

Today I wonder

How I would mime

All of who Jesus is.

Momentary

The phone call came in the middle of this poem.  School will be closed tomorrow as well.  Momentary will be a moment longer.  

They predict

These are momentary,

These below zero days.

Momentary:

The thought a child

Might freeze to death

On a bus stop,

Even bundled

Like the Pillsbury dough boy.

Stay in

Stay in

For God’s sake

Stay in

The sun and blue and ice

Are pretty enough

Indoors,

No need to venture

Anywhere.

Momentary:

There is plenty to eat

At home.

Stay in

Watch the way the bushes

Hold snow.

Now the phone call

Momentary will extend

To tomorrow.

I will go out

Today.

Illinois momentary

Does not count

For a Minnesota girl

Bundled like the Pillsbury dough boy

The way we always were.