Happy Knew Year

Was what was shouted from rooftops,
What they laughed in the streets,
Drunken celebration, hopeful kisses
And the possibilities that maybe this year
Would find a new way to live
One, no doubt, less in self-imposed exile,
Procrastination, inebriation (ah, yes, the irony), self-flagellation
The world a proverbial oyster,
On a string, as the song says,
Swung around and around
While we all held on,
Hoping we wouldn't fall off,
Delighted that gravity would not set in until morning.

I am willing to try to recall
All the events of a spotted past,
Divide them by all of the uncertain possibilites of the future,
Add my Karma
Multiply them by my dreams
Subtract my fears
And find a sum total of all that I can really be for this year onward.

I wish the same for you, my dear
As you walk home,
Your gait broken, your mind restless,
Disheveled in your mind's tempest
Scattered in your body's pain;
You are light incarnate if you choose to be
Your soul's beauty like the moonbeams in the rain.