The new year, fresh as a never opened volume, leans
On a nearby shelf.
Inside there will be numbers and crisp certain lines
Crisscrossing time into days weeks and months of
Lists, delicious lists, ambiguous lists, to do lists gloriously
Corralling chaos and shepherding baby lamb dreams.
Scarlet, orange, saffron, choices stand upright in a coffee cup
ready to highlight illustrate draw a new me verdant and deep blue
Bullet points violet vision boards of a better me
It’s the season of resolutions and manifestations
The first day of the new year falls open
Lifting a fountain pen I pour across that first page..