New Year

Years end like waterfalls, crashing into the next unknown and plunging, grabbing at some tangible foothold to drag oneself upright. Years end like sunsets, drawn out and knowing, an omnipotent circle repeating, familiar. Years end like a snowman’s drooping smile of realisation, a lost button, scarf askew in a dozen regrets. Years start like a lightbulb, a flash, bright - a spark and surge, with an end date that tick tocks tick tocks t