The urgent fireworks have faded.
A brand-new year.
But nothing changes.
I still have space around me,
words to write and coffee to drink.
My students start their
exams tomorrow,
and a soul’s vocation
will come to an end.
There are a million places
still left for me to visit.
There is a woman I call a friend.
And a life to be lived
all over my skin.
So, ringing and singing in another
year of love, truth and right.
I am grateful for all these
treasures, on this New Year’s Day.

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