Surviving New Year

Let midnight come and go

With no wounds

Let the stories stay

Silenced for 24 hours

And let me instead see

The incandescent horizon

Painted by the sun

Smudged by storm rain

And those high circling winds

That rake and feather the edges of clouds

So they rain light

A seashell sky shared breathlessly

A desperate hope

That the right eyes will have seen it

As the gift it was intended to be

Let me not chase

The impatience of Spring tides

Or fear the last day of the year

Less a kiss

As if connection can be distilled

Like that

Outside of art, or songs, or poetry

Or time run freely to an ending

As if there are beginnings.

I tire of faith

Of waiting

Of secrets and lost moments

No, nothing is wasted nor regretted,

Time is easily folded

And I tell myself,

strangers are no threat,

They come and go with no lasting feeling