by Gregg Krech
A new year is upon us, or so it seems. It’s time for resolutions --
a contest between will and habit. A time for making plans.
A time for dreaming of what we wish will happen.
The first dream of the year;
I kept it secret,
And smiled to myself.
- Sho-u
For human beings we make the change of years black and white. We
like well defined borders to time and territory. 2007 becomes 2008. One moment, this; next moment, that. How long will it take us to get used to writing
the checks correctly — a contest of attention and habit.
Nature prefers gradual transformation.
Comings and goings are less precise.
The sun sets and leaves a fading residue of daylight behind.
There’s a new calendar on my wall.
The emptiness of the little squares on each page gives me a sense of leisure,
As if the new year has brought a reprieve
from all tasks and appointments.
New Year’s Day;
I do not hate
Those who trample on the snow.
-Yayu
Yayu likes a fresh, glistening carpet of snow, and he is . . .
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