Here we are at the gate of the New Year. I wrote the poem below in response to the day ahead but at this moment it also resonates in me for the year.
MY BEAUTIFUL VIRGIN DAY
A vast expanse of sandy beach
Scoured clean by the night tide.
I do not want to step on it.
My beautiful virgin day.
As a child, there’d be no pause.
Rolling, stamping, jumping,
I’d imprint myself, careless, free and thoughtless
Across that swathe of sand.
But I have spoilt too many days
To run at this one.
I take off my shoes. The beauty
burns my feet. I pause.
And bow to all that is to come.