New Year

New year
slips over the old.

Often the changing
of year results in events,
that like tectonic plates
grinding across each other
precipitate upheavals,
bring havoc,
cause devastation
in its wake and reckoning.

New year
slips over the old.

Other times,
far fewer,
events occur as fog
gliding over hills,
softly altering perceptions,
enveloping all around
stillness, quietude, whispers,
differences so slight
in attitude and action
that change hardly
registers at all.

The new year
slips over the old.

What comes as the
midnight heralds sound
the fireworks explode
in cascades
of light and wonder,
will be the slow
inexorable dawning
of another day
with the sun rising
and people shaking off
the bonds of sleep
to greet unknowns
the imponderability
of future becoming
present with each
step forward
and breath taken.

New year
slips over the old.

What each one of us is granted is the opportunity to start again. To make amends. To heal breaches. To reach out. To live. To love. To become what is the best of us, of each and every one of us, when we allow the old ways, the old patterns, the old thoughts processes to slip under away, under the shadow of the old year. In this way we are able to wake to the clear bright light of our tomorrows.