I watch the face, and listen to hear the final tick of the clock...
A year no longer feels anew…and often not welcomed or even recognized
As a fresh beginning, when stale thoughts linger longer than anyone wants.
Days are blended by hard emotions as age creeps towards
Your unknown ending designed only for you to never know of…
That one thing
You’ll never have knowledge of in your own life.
We are to celebrate a year ending, a new one beginning, because we are
Calendarized, sectioned into seasons, storms, and named seas -
Our own Janus face of forward and back remains static.
I feel no live pulse or cheer in the air as they toss hats and toot horns.
I watch their faces: smiling, frowning, some in grace, some longing.
And sights and sounds of celebrations makes me think of when
A survivor in a Titanic lifeboat said: When they heard the ship
And people were in the drink
It sounded like the roar of revelers on a New Year’s Eve standing in the streets
Or a stadium crowd cheering a home-run hit by a beloved player.
We are observers and participants as we continue one emotional tick at a time.
Hello, and Welcome!