“New Year”
When the ball drops,
A million particles are displaced.
When the sand settles, nothing can ever be
Exactly the same.
As I’m being driven home for the first time in eleven months,
The new sign over the QEW isn’t as insignificant as I’d like to believe.
Tell me how to start again in a new place
Dreaming, awake, and with music that will move my body,
And not my heart.
It needs to be stationary (though all the more fragile for it).
I’ll commit to these lines,
My blood will be my ink;
Red on red.
Tell me again,
If there is satisfaction in repetition.
I trip over new things, and I
Can’t keep my cool for all my shaking.
I’ve got to shed old skin.
Ten nine eight seven six five four three
Ten nine eight seven six five four three
Ten nine eight seven six five four three
