JanUs ’23

old decorations sadly gutter-drip

in sequence along the street

a natural synchronicity fuelled

by today’s reliably forecast rain,

they hang nervously, lank,

feeble, unlit in daytime, they

blink naively timed at night

there is a crisis after all

for goodness sake!

but hark thresholds beckon,

doorways stand ajar, gates swing

as do beginnings and ends,

wars, peace, new lives traded

for deaths, bargains struck,

deals made,

we dare to glance both ways

call adieu to yesterday and

warily greet our tomorrows with an

unsure weightless step

thus, with the decision made

for that nanosecond

we too may feel like gods

Published by grahamrsherwood