Almost New Year
- At December 30, 2016
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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Like lemmings over the cliff,
the years of my life now
disappear in accelerating succession.
What can be done?
I carefully instruct myself to
rest in the life of little things.
The taste of hot tea on the tongue,
a deep breath and a sigh,
tired muscles after shoveling wet snow—
all are invitations to infinite life.
With no choice,
why not jump
off the cliff
of how things
used to be?
Why not leap
over the precipitous
fantasy of how
things will be
into the great
freedom of how
things are
right now?
Follow David!