Is tomorrow. I flip the calendar to the new one hanging behind it, patiently
Waiting its turn, with all the clean open spaces, and uncluttered weeks, only the
Birthdays and anniversaries and that one dental cleaning appointment
Written on the new year.
It will fill up, with the good times, the visits from friends, the trips, all the
Potpourri of life, the yin, the yang,
The sweet, the bitter.
Markers of our growth and change, inevitable in the new year as it too
The unexpected, the expected, the drama, the comedy, all of life’s offerings,
In just a year.
Today, it’s still fresh, unexposed, just a flip away.
— -Neal Lemery 12/22