Perched as we are
on the threshold of a brand new year
peeking through
the crack
to the breaking
dawn
not feeling the necessity of
bursting through
or
making an entrance
instead, a more sort of
timid approach
gentle pressure on the door
hardly even really a
push
no longer much of a
reveler
a softer step feels right here
one might wonder, what to carry and
what
to leave behind
dropped, unceremoniously
on
the
doorstep
hesitation completely allowed,
even a gradual
setting
down
these kinds of things don’t always come
easy to know
(though many will step up and tell you
just how)
of course,
on approach, you may be thinking
how best to bring a certain
tenderness
in with you, to this
new year
held here, in your chest pocket
do be sure to
touch it often, a gentle pat
assuring yourself
it is indeed
still
there
a kind of Swiss Army type of
tenderness
proving to be most useful
overall
you won’t feel yourself
carefree…
no, your’s is not the kind of heart
that cannot
feel
on this model, cares come already
built in
and the whole instruction manual
spells only words like
LOVE
feeling yourself less and less of a
social animal
you may pause here,
wonder just why you have left your chair
comfort
and the small pile of books beside
the world, politics, wars, hunger, homelessness
anger, fears, selfishness, inhumanity
and greed
have most assuredly pushed through first
proving, so very hard
to keep them
out
yet, you’ll find the door behind
has already closed,
so how about a breath
of fresh air
slip your arm through that of
someone kind
and take a long walk
through the
morning’s damp and
slightly snowy
garden
make a few quiet plans
for
better ways of
being
even spot some early signs of life
making false starts
and say silent prayers
for their well being
to begin… ♥