The New Year

A Poem by Sami Khalil

A message of cynicism as a wonderful poet suggested...

The New Year by Sami Khalil

A positive message

The New Year peeks through shortening shadows, through the begrudgery of youthfulness.

Seldom we see the imposter within us, striking poses, or the critic, who is kept at bay.

Time sits in judgement while nobody listens to its mutterings.

Seldom we hear the susurrus of tides, ebbing and flowing.

The New Year peeks through a prism of jaundiced eyes, berating our blend of memories; those rambling attics.

Same suits are worn for different occasions, same roads are traversed towards dead ends.

For what is the real name we give old wounds against the emptiness of sunniest days, against the tyranny of dividing walls?

We are bound in spirit, not in the print or manifestos of dirty truths. We are the beggars trawling through the old bones, the detritus of the past, salvaging what we can; broken selves and promises.

There is nothing gained in failed revolutions, in biting tongues of injustice. Home is victory where the fight and cargo belong, the gossip of withheld truths, the fecundity of its spinning windmills.

The New Year peeks through the thresholds of silence, the ticking of grandfather clocks. It is time to reshuffle the cards, to turn the tides, to recover lost bags, to rearrange the attics, in wit and wisdom.

If bodies can heal, spirits can too, along invisible paths of sand and gravel, vines and weeds.

Turn the key; the New Year is wide open. Peek though!