Fri, 2 January

Liturgy for a Friday When Nothing Is Required Let the campus darken. Let the hallways keep their own counsel. Let the clouds complete their work above the city and ask nothing of the city in return. Let the ceramic bowl receive what the hands have made. Let the steam be the only prayer. Let the one who cooked also rest. Let the one who is waited for arrive or not arrive, and let the meal hold either way. Let fourteen degrees be enough warmth for those who carry their own. Let the dishes wait. Let the dishes wait a little longer. Let the overcast be a hand laid softly on the whole city's face, saying: not yet, not yet, you do not have to be anything tonight.