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.