Winter Solstice, LA

It’s dark here too, but wet--
harbor lights oily and only
someone else’s news.
I’m sick,
panicked from
the claustrophobic flight, sinuses
squalling and squirming
like preemies -- no, like
old ladies shriveling and brittle in
wheelchairs in the hospice ward.
Enough of that.  Black waves spread out
under waning moonrise. I guess
I missed
the full monty, and what’s left
Is less,  is less, a lunar solstice
cringeing into soggy waxen dawn.