Margi Abraham
Not January
She doesn’t look forward to January. Not to its traditional trek to the beach house, to perky days by the ocean or lazy lunches with coupled friends.
She has let the scaffold of summer’s routine fall away.
January aches of what it should have been, leaving her stranded, staring at the wall calendar, terrified by blank days ahead.
time
has walked out the door
softly closing
another year without him
still felt, the heavy knock
About the Author
Margi Abraham is a free verse and tanka poet who lives on the northern edge of Sydney, Australia. Her tanka and tanka prose have been published in Eucalypt, red lights, Ribbons, Bamboo Hut, International Tanka, and Drifting Sands Haibun.