Nativity Story

Human, but No Less Divine

The caravan leaves at 7:45. First stop, New Haven

before turning southwest, I95 to Brooklyn.

We bear gifts, though Amazon has preceded us with many;

we come to adore. Not trembling, falling prostrate like the shepherds,

but to take turns holding the newborn at our Airbnb.

I turn to the nativity for obvious parallels

of season, birth, journey,

but most of all, love. Love is here, in this flesh and blood miracle,

in this dark season,

in the coming together to celebrate such sweet light.