Sunday, January 4, 2015

Fresh Year

In the new year we can slough off old skin
old desires
tired grudges
spent struggles

We endeavor to start fresh, our kind
We sparkle at the thought
of doing better, becoming truer
Stripping life to the essentials

We long to grasp substance, and feel our hearts tremble
Steep in the marrow of life
And we each see an image in the clouds
A separate vision
A glimmer of possibility
That makes our particular race worth running

Hello, fresh year
Let's play hide and seek


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