January 1, 1000
Year One-thousand, January One,
starts the new millennium.
The villein, Jacques, in Reims,
wakes to find his world unchanged.
His hut stinks; his flour’s wormy.
He fears God’s wrath, but trusts His mercy.
Walled in by his community,
set in Christian certainty;
by their fireplace, with his family, sitting,
he plans the plots he’ll plant come spring.
The stars above him do not move;
he knows God’s power –and His love.