cement is bursting again and again, delicate
tiny blossoms break the heart of sidewalk
unfathomably bright faces, fleeting presence
just as we might freeze stiff with cold, fear, gilded greed
we also might melt into an ocean of gratitude, forgetting
our untrustworthy desires, arbitrarily chosen smallness
sometimes an angel appears with modest gifts
leaving them in your shoes or under the tree
then flies down the many stairs and the little girl
rushes to get a glimpse of angel presence and…
– she does
in winter we wait, we welcome the dark sister
precious glow of flame, snowy night flickering
inner fire warms our fingertips, toes, and soul
we remember the sick and lonely, we send care
packages, later we hum and sing in harmony, eat
Stollen und Lebkuchen, connecting East and West
sometimes, filled to the brim, we turn light as a feather
we dance to the floor, spiraling, whirling swirling bowing
to God, Grace, Gravity, we seek to emerge a majestic Tree
only to disappear in the fog, conversing with stars and moon
above the Milky Way sighs, die Michstraße, winds are blowing
relief over barren earth, weathered potatoes and red apples
in the cellar hiding their riches, the girl unfolds her
ecstasy pulsing through hidden roots, silvery breath
the angel, the guardian of mercy, never to leave her
forgetting, losing and retrieving, remembering and
– always present
Karina Epperlein, Berkeley, December 2025




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