poem of the day January 1 

The old

is just

a memory

The new 

only a dream

Last year

has run out

of the hourglass

to spill into

the moment

A place where

Ending

and 

Beginning

meet for

their first dance

Somewhere 

within the river

of continuance

which flows over

the same rocks

without any thoughts

of stopping 

the manmade fireworks

found all around