Marie Howe

Christmas Eve

When I brought the girl to bed
      earlier in the evening when the guests were still there

I’d noticed that the little manger we’d set up on the side table was empty – 
      green light from the small bulb shining into empty space.

Later when I went to check on her, I saw she’d built a labyrinth of blocks,
      a very high tower in the center of the labyrinth

and on the top of this tower – an angel on its back,
      and at the foot of the tower – the clay baby Jesus and a lamb.

Where was Mary and Joseph?

Here, she pointed out from her bed – wandering through the seemingly
      endless corridors of the labyrinth – looking for their lost child.