Ringing the Changes

 
 
 
Echo after light, Sun lapsed into peaceful lull.
Quiet of new dusting; cold blanket edges trees, roofs, road.
Gentle twilight, before revelers’ night, before frieze of laughter,
bubbling spirits, high hats, beaming, desperate to ignite,
to touch ice to ice and become.
New Year searches forward, blind drunken eyes behind,
leaking distilled tears denied.  We are jolly good one and all.
Ballads, broken lyrics, misremembered, misunderstood;
gladly clapping hand against back, strapping together to
keep upright, sloshing through traffic mottled snow
slipping together, sliding to raucous tune,
old fools’ show, commemorative legends to pull out over
brandy and fire.
Resolutions and revelations.
Mesmerized, shimmering glass, sparking visions.
Clean star twinkles ask not, glory in terpsichore.
No written lines obscure hope’s sky, open beyond horizon’s
misty expanse rolling into sea.  Drink the season,
to oblivion, to ecstasies bequeathed, excess emotion
released.  Amniotic, amnesia of expectation.  Breathe —
vestigial gills awaken.
This is the first measure of the first movement.
A pirouette, a dervishly delight-filled whirl.
Cast upon this rocky estuary, future’s spell.
Inner wise
third eye calls dawn to destiny.
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