Poetry from Michael Robinson

Michael Robinson
Lights of Christmas, 2021
For Andrea Molina

It has been a long time since the snow fell from the sky in my life.
Covering me at midnight on Christmas eve forty-three years ago.
A night when lights were colorful as a backdrop to the snow.
It was a quiet night of fear laying on the floor.

Emptiness pressed upon me on that warm December night.
The light faded and my heart stopped and the sounds ended.
Oh, my God dying at twenty-one without anyone.
A flurry of thoughts came from my childhood prayers.

A second when my world stopped.
“God save me!”

He saved me that early Christmas morning.
Forty-three years later watching those lights.
Remembering dancing with the snow with angels.

Michael J. “Midnight Poet” Robinson