Tuesday, January 1, 2013
New Year's Morning
The only thing I hear in this house
is the sound of the minute hand making the rounds
on the wall clock. Time is solitary,
working unseen, unnoticed, and before you know it,
it's done. I woke up this new year's morning
to empty plates and cups on the table, people
still dreaming of the promises they made
the previous night, shrugging off last year's skin
in sleep like a blanket fallen on the floor. Nobody saw
the light rain that still coats the plants
on the veranda, the fogged up glass panes that give
the view a dewy sheen. Everything is clean
after the fireworks, after the countdown.
Will it be any different this time?
What I'm really asking is, will there be less
loneliness. The plates are stacked
in the sink, waiting for water, waiting to be good as new.
Posted by leader of opposition at 9:04 AM