When the past comes around, right at the end,
and dances us in a waltz or a complicated slow dance,
should we resist, because soon, it will be a new year?
Does the year not move along the rim of a circle
where the days and nights flip and take turns
over and over in an unending loop?
When we say “Happy New Year” we are just
pausing to look over what we have lived,
who we have loved, what we have learned.
Every minute is a new minute, every year a new year
but always moving forward, around the circular path.
Life and death, new birth, new wonder, treading on the past.
I choose the dance of thanks and light and humble steps.
Grateful for it all, I remember being this way before.
Dec. 29. 2015
Happy New Year!
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