"Christmas", by Ian MacKenzie (1958-2009)

Ian with camera


I stole a moment amid the hectic day, sat alone by the Christmas tree shrine, kidnapped from the cold forest and transplanted into our incomplete Christmas one December night

This, the first Christmas without you, I tried not to feel. Instead, I imagined that you had to go to work and just could not make it; but, for all the Christmas cheer and cards with strengthening good will, the favourite chair and place at the table are forever empty still.

I catch my own sad reflections from deep within the wine glass, the uncomfortable brave face, but oh,

Where are you now? This man's cry staggers me with the enormity of my uncertainty

Ian MacKenzie, December 1980 http://www.zenbends.com