December 31, 2019














Oh, what does 

the New Year 

see in me?


I certainly see myself. 


But from where 

does it reckon 

who am I?


Those liquid, soft eyes, 

gazing and impenetrable.


Days set before me.


Alert, watchful 

for the slight & clumsy,

the caring and cruel.


We are being measured.


Are we to be trusted? 


What does this Great Mind

with all its subtlety

and simplicity,

see in me?


What stirrings in myself 

are revealed in its 

steady gaze?


What pretense is known?

What fever? 

What restlessness?

What hard edge?


Perhaps it is I

who am already 

in flight?


From where should I start 

to bring a quiet 

and peaceful spirit 

to our exchange?


Perhaps I should stay longer,

step into this moment, 

if only to learn more.

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