Home on New Year’s Day

A whole lifetime’s past since I saw you last, leaving the house this morn’ in blue champion sweats, a hat, to cover your ears from the new year’s biting dawn.
From a goose down berth billowing to the seams – silky tufted quills prick then make me sneeze, eyes watering, nausea turns my head into a swirling cobalt carousel of pink and white papier-mâché ponies.
Incidental moments telescope, one into another, then all into the next, each keeping company with a scattered band of park bench brothers.