This year is old, not yet new. It’s good to
let the house settle alone tonight, the mountains seem a good place to start
anew.
Wash out last year.
Soak in the new.
But I’ll sleep in-between by this bridge.
Fall asleep to the mountain stream.
Wake to first light, swim again and go
home.
The house will be ready then, made its
peace with the past and I’ll open the door to new hope.
Last year as well as being a new old I had
a new beginning.
And there was also the new beginning of something ended.
On a
happier note – the beginningandenderooni.
And finally?
editorial note - originally published in the shadows of New Year's Eve.
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