Everyone will yell out the meaning of time,
the lesson of a year (as if we leave any of it behind).
No sense in celebrating the commodity oddity of
all that we put on hold
for the days we are feeling bolder.

I think I’ll skip new year’s,
Time and I are on weird terms right now.
Today is Tuesday, December 31st
And everything is exactly as it was, but not how it always will be.
I am slow. I feel slow.

Maybe if I speed up a little,
the picture will come into better focus?