From Picture to Page: Nights Before

Took this one wet night in December. It's a holiday poem, of sorts.

Nights Before

Moses gets flipped,
tonight's water splits
reds, violets,
the in-betweens.

Our night lights
pile on. We forget
Christmas comes
once you sleep.

Cross scripture
even more.
Build ark, fill it
with family,

Then sink it.
Crawl under hull,
wait for whale's gulp
to bring your gift.