New Year

Icy window on January 1

We begin the new year in the corner of the last year. Our path to any door is blocked by yesterday’s mess—the dismaying newspapers, the chairs toppled in arguments or slumber, the bills scattered about the mail slot.

We’re constrained, but hopeful.

Another trip around the sun: Every revolution has its barricades.

Overthrow what’s failed, and build a new order.

Despite the darkness and cold, it’s a time of hope.

Let the light in.