After the gift giving, paper unwrapped and turkey stuffed,
we lie mesmerized in our new luxuries and reflect on twelve months of plenty.
The year creeps away; remnants of Christmas live in drawers and messages on the phone, a card in the mail, snowflakes held like canopied balloons on New Year’s Eve.
A new year of chance, we spend the first day betting
on low and high cards; we wait for the dealer with hopeful hands.
The computer screen flickers a greeting; the cat watches
from the far armchair, startled by my early morning.
A couple of pills popped mask the sharp pang of Monday;
the weekend residue dissipates into beer and late nights.
Icy roads, the sliding of classical movements;
a high flute, soft snow – or is the air moving frozen air?
This morning, filled with intention, slips through cracks
of sunlight; how my floor is joined, I exist in-between.
A new connection, another woman’s words on the screen;
I invited this – the past woven with present, and welcomed it.
We rise together in a working life, staggered showers
and the first to put on the kettle; a happy shift.
Piano music occupies spacious thoughts; notes remembered
better than words; a jumble of sound that creates order.