maybe a new year/ poem by William G. Burnett

maybe a new year

bracing here: 
encouraging sugar plums 
and equanimity 
to dance in our heads,
rather than apocalyptic fantasies.

I remain baffled—as always—
by Time and its confounded,
confusing oscillations between 
flooding torrents of moments 
and glacial stillness….

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William G. Burnett is a seeker who  writes, plays classical guitar, reads Sophocles, and cultivates qi in the Sonoran Desert.  He dwells in Tucson, Arizona.