Winter Solstice on Paradox Island

Winter Solstice on Paradox Island

The shortest day of the longest year
a familiar stranger in the mirror
drinking strong coffee, watching the skies
trading hellos, and goodbyes,
Friends and strangers in person and not
in my airplane hangar on my army cot
waiting for what? I wish that I knew
thinking of things that we might do,

Something overt, no sinister scheme
no crossing of canyons on a balance beam
though I admit I enjoy life not ordinary
straight and narrow, to me, seems scary,
The sun is returning, the experts declare
unless space-time gets a terrible tare
if clocks go crazy, and it's just you and I
on Paradox Island with an infinite sky,