A Better Year
Standing on a stool peeking over the wall
that separates this year from the next…
I can barely see anything at all.
This new year is born on the dead leaves of the last.
It is tainted and contaminated and sick from the start.
If our world were a restaurant, trying to make it today,
If kindness is not waiting on tables,
and love, compassion, gratitude and humility,
are not on the menu…well, good luck staying open!
If we can’t see, we have so much in common
with absolutely anyone walking down the street,
the fact we’re all human, alive, and living on earth…
rooting in the same block, shopping at the same store..
with fears of tomorrow, but hopes for the future,
bad dreams and days we just smile all the time…
Please look closer… and longer,
She has that, so does he, and they’re worrying now,
and he is counting his change, and wondering if he can pay the rent.
He’s buying a gift for his lover, she buying a suit to bury her husband
and abundance is not the word for this last year unless you put
insanity after it!
An abundance of insanity, of absurdity, an abundance of sickness
an abundance of surrealism and uncertainty……
What was lacking was an abundance of humanity
One for the other and one for all…
I personally hope for the time to come soon,
when wishing a total stranger a Happy New Year,
won’t be taken as an assault, or an act of insanity.
Where people won’t run away or call the police, or block me on facebook,
but just reply to me easily and sincerely,
“I hope 2021 is a better year for you too.”