It’s a new year, and the less said of the old one, better. What fresher way to start the new calendar than with a poem from Poetry Monday. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and allow the following to help give you a new perspective.
home for most feels large,
full of the owned accumulation of a past.
friends, relations orbit
(beloved Moon, uncle Pluto in Baltimore)
exerting tidal forces, streaking the sky according to importance,
the self enjoying Copernican pride of place.
like a leaf drops to a stream,
become one bit bobbing anonymous,
bumping against detritus in the flow.
though a few neighbors
note the absence of a single leaf,
the tree still stands.
of what one is and needs,
the list so basic essential,
clear uncompromising as thin ice
for building concrete from abstraction –