To: A New Year,

Speak

Sweetness & goodness & overflow

Onto my life

Spill

New beginning’s taste

And feel, like the sticky smooth

Of a honey drip

Look like gold

For me—

Feel like

The cinnamon-salt-rub

Overturning in my hands

Delivering, when all I’ve ever asked

Is to be exfoliated anew

Smell like

Something so close I can taste it,

Feel like something so close I can sense it

Something so close,

Looks like

I can see it coming…

Something so close,

Sounds like it’s already on the way

Grateful for the strength

I’ve gathered to let go—

Hopeful as I step towards all the more

I’ve been aiming at

Grateful for all this sunshine-deserving

After so much rain