It’s probably a time for clichés of endings and beginnings

It’s probably a time for clichés of endings and beginnings.

Moving forward and reflections.

Resolving and Committing. And

whatever else compels the spirit of this time of year.

365 days have folded and another 365

will spew forth their uncertainties and arbitrary

twists

It is a time of commemoration, or not

Resolutions, or not

taking it as just another day, or

Telling yourself the story of something more

to put one foot forward in front of the other is

enough

to get things done late, later, too late is

enough

to bow down and curl into yourself in honour of

grief, inertia, pain, love, strife, bone-shattering turns of fatigue and despondency

and ask for pause and endings is

also enough

the earth will continue to rotate on its tilted axis and

I will continue to spin, halt, falter as

time’s sand runs through our hands.