The year is new
Poised
And expectant:
Like a spring coiled and ready to be sprung
Or a tangled ball of wool, come undone
Like a gleaming highway slick for smooth travel
Or a dusty footpath strewn with rough gravel
Poised
And expectant
The year is new:
Like a newborn lamb unsteady on its legs
Or a stale pot of coffee brewed from the dregs
Like stepping forward, each step like the last
Or leaping the nest, escaping the past
Poised
The year is new
And expectant:
Like a see-sawing scale, about to tip
Or a teetering cliff, afraid to slip
Like a snail slid across a line in the sand
Or the long thin finger of destiny’s hand
The year is new
Poised
And expectant
— Wayne Visser