The year stumbles on old cobblestones,
slip-slides a bit, loses its footing
the hour comes with anxious undertones
a nervous sidestep when no one’s looking
hold its face steady and never betray
the minor flaw that spoils the symmetry -
the old year’s more than its last day
the new more than omens and augury
shut the frantic pulses of blood and bones
and nip the fears, let the hopes hang free
a year comes and a year turns awayand somewhere between a fresh start’s lurking.
Happy New Year 2016!