Finishing the Christmas Shopping

Leaving the shopping mall,

Bags and feet groaning with festive excess

I watch two gulls passing silent beneath the clouds

And envy their lightness.

 

I have been diving for pearls,

Among the shift and wash of Christmas shoppers,

The treasures I found there

Thumping heavily against my aching legs

 

But I sense some seeping seasonal satisfaction

Though these bags are weighty with mere things,

They are also laden with the promise

Of your delight.