Now what’s two has become one,
the tide returns with naught undone-
The past year joins the future now
without a seam or stop, it’s just how
the next year unrolls-beneath your feet,
not before or dazzling, but complete.
Feel the opportunities tickling between toes.
Feel the fertile bends that Fates’ time grows.
Every step moves off the path, through only air-
But every footfall rebinds and rebirths life there.
As the days turn, remember fresh, sweet, true:
there’s always a newness in this old world-you.