Time has no divisions to mark its passage
There is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets
to announce the beginning of a new month or year
Even when a new century begins
It is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols
We spend January 1walking through our lives, room by room,
drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched
Maybe this year, to balance the list,
we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives...
not looking for flaws, but for potential.
Happy New Year 2011 :)
