We ring the years in and out
like good paying customers
flashing credit cards
old year gone, be sure to
activate the new,
the last one spent ragged
as a frayed umbilical cord,
bells and carols gone
wasted and unused,
discarded with a shrug.
Remember when we had
never heard of Wuhan?
I sit under the unbroken sky
baby blue, no jet trails
and think of other days
so like this, a longing ago
when everything was alive
with wonder, when the sun
meant promise and possibility.
Under the unbroken sky, I sit
pining for the occasional cloud,
wishing up, as they say, a storm,
a world in my head
awaiting its cue.
exiles child 