I am somewhat at loose ends
having decided to let God be God
and stop trying to keep gravity in place-
it was so tiring after all.
So now with so much time on my hands
I have taken up sitting and thinking,
letting the world flow thru my fingers
resolving itself into the distant horizon
and the flight of starlings.
It will take some time for the tension
to release in my hands and shoulders-
time enough to re-learn to hold you,
to break open my heart
and make room in the inn.
the imagined warmth of a winters afternoon
the slight lengthening of shadows
my new years resolutions stacked precariously
As the old year slinks away into the night
I will throw my shoes at its shadow
Shaking the dusty months from my clothes,
I will wear my cap and shirt inside out
So the old minutes and seconds can’t cling
Like a bad smell
I will salt the earth where the previous days
Stretched on and on
Assuring they will not
Follow me into the new year
When the New Years Eve bonfire is burning
I will gather the bitter herbs
And walk counter clock wise into the previous moments
Casting the hated bouquet into the flame
Leaving its acrid taste behind
With the smell of its grief and sorrow
Only then will I wreath my head with four leaf clovers
Fill my pockets with new pennies
And my trunks with rabbit’s feet and horseshoes
And walk bravely into the coming year
Head held high and with cheerful optimism
I will greet the new day
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