won’t you celebrate with me
what I have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay*
I am grateful for this invisible line drawn between one span of time and another of similar length: 31 December|1 January.
If I desire, it will mark a great difference between what is past and what can be.
Today then becomes my preparation: to buy the book to read, or the journal to write in, or sketchpad to draw in, or some other equivalence: to set these out in the space or time when I will come to them and then, begin.