To the New Year
You came in full of hope,
you’d been gathering it over the last few days,
chunks of optimism like sunshine
finding gaps between clouds.
You are an unexpected release from strapping
like a compressed bag of compost,
a tight plastic sack slit with a knife,
at first it holds its constrained shape
then it subsides, crumbles, unfurls itself,
hear it breathe as it expands
I put my hands in, feel new softness in the heart of it
its whispered promises.
What will we grow in this?
Everything is possible.
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