justwrite 29 december

While the windows waited the dark kept time the lines rose and the night fell all along the sidewalk the hushed talk is brushed aside the openwide spirit hears itself loudly and laughs out proudly at its own joy the happy singing of ringing in the new while the old’s waiting around and looking in the mirror imagining itself clearer in the rearview and there’re some who will see it that way and there are some who are quite gone already forward and onward and upward with no thought of reflection no stubborn collection of experiences waiting for sorting no need for cavorting in the details of how we’ve failed and where we went wrong forgotten are the songs we couldn’t remember and the lines we didn’t deliver right the first time aligning themselves only in retellings set aside all the smellings fair and foul and the nightowl walks and the wonderbright talks is this the way to move on is this the way to look forward I can hardly imagine those sprinters carrying even splinters of yesterday onward into tomorrow but real learning has to borrow something from those days some flashes from those phases some bright lights on those stages not quite incandescent but why be so straight hesitant to look closer to lean in toward exposure of truths both useful and uncouth these are your pieces these are your pie and you’ll want to eat them too those ingredients just expedient enough to move you forward consider yourself forewarned those are complicated angles but it’s good to at least try no you can’t take it with you no you can’t just have clean shoes but the views are useful and the future can be warmer when you’ve packed something along