Happy New Year!
The coil has been wound tighter and tighter
until one more twist
unravels the whole works
like confetti poppers
sending streams of paper in the air
lifted by the sound waves of cranky noise makers
and little honking horns.
Happy New Year!!!
It’s a spinning top
The metal tip ones with a plunger
you pull up and down
faster and faster
until eyes can no longer follow
the whirl and tilt of its dynamo
Happy New Year!!!
We’re ready to gather everything unto us
We’re static
and we like it!
All those pieces cling like a Kola bear cub
to the underside of its mother.
We will open our arms
and invite every bit of string and dirt
to create our patina,
a coat of arms
heralding a new generation
that is one
with all.
Happy New Year!!!
Our names written with bold strokes,
flourishes and accents
on documents rolled into scrolls
and held by fists with arms lifted
as if expecting God to reach down
and take it from us
proclaim
that these words are our standard bearer,
our common coin,
we gladly place in every outstretched hand,
until no pocket is empty
and every heart is full
Happy New Year!!!
These are the words:
I love you.