New Year
The New Year is arbitrary-
even Roman, for gods’ sakes!
The swinging of a two-faced door
promises no beginning.
And really, how could it.
It’s a binge fest
of finger foods,
streamers and sirens-
a giant falling ball-
all revelry and Bacchus
and, if you’re lucky, a kiss.
The next day, they say,
brings penance, resolution,
a clean slate.
And ham! Or black-eyed peas
depending on where you come from.
Is this really the time to begin anew-
when the foreigners are still trudging
for miles to pay homage to their king?
The world is flat, and there is no beginning.
(Or really, it's an ellipsoid
spinning a thousand
miles per hour
the big blue ball
indifferent to these many meanings)
But maybe we will do it just the same-
Decide. Make Amends.
Write down our intentions.
Imagine the snow wipes everything clean-
And begin all over again.
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