New Years

Fly by
As if each was a child
Trundling learning to walk
Every year

You
Yes you
Poet
You understand do you not?

Never settled
Never sure
Portraying an air of confidence
Quietly dying inside

Each with its own countenance
A day becomes a month
Becomes a year becomes a life
Why am I always becoming?

I see them
You see them too
poet
You envy that they are not stricken
Like you
The slurry of words that die inside you

Scoffing at the reverie
Because it our secret
You know what it brings
You, yes you

Poet