It has a slow ring to it.
Dull reverberation, like a tuning fork.
Slow ring to the new year, day one.
Make a mental note.
Welcome, new year, now pay your bills.
Stacks and stacks, layered with snow.
Let’s hope it passes smoothly.
Such a ringing in my ears.
A slow ring, all persistent.
Fallout noise, descent.
This year rings slowly.
Sluggish on day one.
So now I’ve weathered the holidays, a frantic time, a time of cold memories, but of warm relations. So different from the years of yore. Back then, my heart was of cracked ice, whose flavor was incomparably bitter, whose complexion was sallow and wilted. My life was buried in the snow.
So now I’ve weathered the holidays, a testing time, full of grinning patience, of trying tolerance, of sheer reality. Yes, I’ve pushed on through. I’ve gained the insight; I’ve been exhumed. No need to fill the void this year. I feel stability pulsing within, from a center I never knew I had, causing me to turn inward when I encounter ugliness.
I know what I am, and I am one peg higher. The holidays have passed through me like a wave, and my skin has grown tighter. But don’t compliment me yet; don’t let it go to my head.
