VAGUE MEDITATIONS I. Trudging through the slush with sneakers full of snow, I regret not putting boots on: convenience always pays its price. II. Like Bodhidharma's lidless stare the headlights crest the hill. Standing resolute, the stag is the spitting image of Mu. III. White butterflies emerge from gray-capped cocoons— winter's first real snow. IV. Wishing for summer she dips her hand in candle wax: the things we do to feel alive. V. Santa tipped over like a hungover drunk. Christmas sticks around like a thorn between your thumbs.