Old Year Out / New Year In
We like to define
our existence
as a line
a rope...
from which
we hang
all hope
...in rewind
or advance
of our time...
What my dears
has become
of the year’s
...experience...
came like a train
and we are
ridden on
hoisted like
Venetian blinds
mile markers
smile at our
wane reflections
in the dark
window frame
of passerbys...
our fleeting
happiness
disguised
in the rain
of falling
yesterdays...
I know not when
this calendar
entered
svelte
through
the holy curtain
nor where it went
redacted
... like a page
in our lives
was flipped
though here
I sit...
in encore
still...
waiting
for it