New year’s haiku

One is never so lonely as when one is with someone. The company brings into sharp relief all that is not, and while all that is may be fresh, vital, alive and full of promise, the sense of loss which can be felt at such times is palpable.

I have little truck with christmas, with new year, with resolutions. This year, however, I do feel like a line will be drawn in the sand at midnight. The crossing of the threshold will profoundly change matters, I feel.

I resolve to be resolute. It will be the first resolution I have indulged in since … well, since. This coming year I will not be swayed.

This haiku is all I really have to say.


The owl flies at dusk,

Wings reflected in the lake:


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