New Year’s Day

New Years Eve 2011 London (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

As the cacophony of celebration settles
Into the grooves of hopefulness and aspiration
The world teeters on a precipice
Of its own unconscious design
May we have quiet
This New Year’s Day
May we rest

As astrologers and prophets pen varying predictions
Optimism and pessimism careening together
Like over-excited children
In a vibrant, spinning playground
May we have peace
This New Year’s Day
May we rest

No millennial fever this year to ignite imaginings
The zeitgeist has passed such thoughts over
Like imperatives on lay by, so forgotten
On sad remainder shelves
May we have calm
This New Year’s Day
May we rest

Could it be within the debris of forgotten hope we find
Measures and dreams still relevant with vital life
Still running in our veins unimpeded
By the disappointments of lost years and loves?
May we have hope
This New Year’s Day
May we dream

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