The evening starts;
the moon is split;
half is dark
by our trusty sun is lit,
though, in this Northern Hemisphere,
a chill and winter season’s here.
I aim to drop
the old year’s fear,
and think a lot
about what I would like to see,
to do, imagine, dare, and dream. . .
A grid of squares,
all the different plans I’ve laid. . .
not sure whether all they will fit,
but helps me it to see them spread
as if those future moments were already here.
the bloom of possibility
at not doom,
but overload and difficulty
one route could bring. . .
there are many other ways
to walk, to speak,
to strive, to rest,
to dance, to sing. . .
And I don’t really know
what this brand new year will bring,
or what I’m going to make, attract, or get. . .
But for now,
I think I will select