It's Christmas season 

six months out of the year so

they can sell you more 

Horrors on our own

doorsteps but not in masks nor

makeup but real life 

Estranged from the strange

and thrust into midlife you 

recall wilder times 

Troglodytes beware

for there's a witching spell called

critical thinking 

Fully connected 

but still drifting like a boat

unmoored and alone 

The forest is a 

fireworks display heading 

towards its climax 

The world wanders by 

my window as I stare just 

as aimless as they