​It's the beginning of the year,
for me:
My rebirthday

​& deathday
& my re-public day
altogether;

​if ever there was
a day in the year
​that I would wish
to celebrate ...

​the beginnings of
thoughts,
of hopes, of
(new) lives!

The ends of existences
​& histories
& so many losses:

My season!
My pumpkins!
​The Halloween
​I grew up
​not knowing,

​That light you get when you put a candle
inside a hollowed-out Kurbis
​with a horrid smile:

My light:
​warm, flickering,
​not constant, but burning as long
as the cold world
will allow it &

Coming back!

Every other day &
​every year,
​for no explicable reason,

on the
11th of October.