I wrote the first draft of this in 2006, as a random end-of-the-year musing. With a few little tweaks here and there over the years, I’ve finally accepted that it’s a poem. My New Year’s poem.
Happy today, friends.
Another day, again
Days go by, we meet people, we buy groceries.
We work, we sleep; we wish for more, we strive to do better.
We wonder why some things are so damn hard.
Other times we think about people who are really suffering and struggling, and we feel lucky, soft and grateful.
And we are grateful.
(and sometimes we still forget.)
We wish we’d said something when we had the chance; other times we wish we didn’t say what we did when we did.
We do laundry, we hang out with our family and friends, we procrastinate.
We can’t get that song out of our head.
We triumph, we fail, we hang on, and we let people go.
We rise to challenges and we hide our heads in the sand.
We dig in on our karmic homework…
locked in a cosmic tango; still in the dance.
We get the mail, we pay the bills, we bitch about the price of gas.
We dream, we stretch, we take out the garbage, check email, laugh and cry.
We hug the people we love.
Deadlines loom, deadlines pass…new ones grow in their place.
The weather’s gone crazy; the ice caps are melting; we spend too much time on our phones.
We wrestle our demons, we wrestle each other.
(sometimes the wrestling is fun.)
We choose, we second guess, we choose some more, we plow forward hopefully.
We dance with the unknown even if we don’t think about it that way.
Another cup of coffee, another bill paid, another song you can’t get out of your head.
Another load of laundry, traffic jam, and sunset.
Another challenge, another opportunity, another phone call to return.
Another visit with friends, another goodbye.
Another good laugh, another good cry.
The calendar flips and nothing is really different.
Another day, another year.
And another day again.