Christmas in July

I see the silence
in your shouted words

The tears streaming
behind your stone face

The shaking fear
at the source of your strength.

But then you put sugar
out for the hummingbirds

And comment on the beauty
of wildflowers blooming by the road

And pour us warm whiskey in our 
Christmas mugs in July, just because.

And in those moments there’s balance.
For those sweet moments, you’re okay.