There,
in the days between
Christmas Day and
New Year’s Day,
savoring quiet,
anticipating closure,
a slow, deliberate pace
moves me through each day
as sun and moon
rise, set,
days disappear,
six becomes five becomes four
until no more,
all done.
There,
back at one,
on the first of another year
around the sun,
I ask myself,
“Now, what will come”.
