As 2022 draws near, I thought a little poem was in order to ensure a proper welcome, and without the usual hangover. Well, perhaps just a little one. I’m a sucker for those bubbles.
The Parting
They took turns
air exhaled into expansion
not air, rather –
gray disappointments blue worries orange angers
brown sludge that weighed down.
Layered breaths, solid and communal
until vessel sighed enough
Careful knot and then the wait.
When breeze arrived to lift and lighten,
they watched the yellow orb bobble and sway with uncertainty,
then rise with confidence –
natural rhythm found in expected slipstream.
As it faded from sight,
how small and inconsequential it looked.
Happy New Year to you, love us.
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Great imagery, thank you. Happy New Year to you!
And to you, Arlene. May we all breathe a little easier this year 🙂
Happy New Year (and a belated Merry Christmas) to you both!
And to you, Adam. We miss you on this side of the pond!
Beautiful & powerful image . Thank you for entertaining us with your comforting, fun and poignant words this past year Karen. You always lift and lighten my soul. Wishing you all the best in 2022 💕
It has been my pleasure – thank you for reading! Cheers to cozy cabins and priceless friendships.