11:59
Jan 1, 2022
I stare at the clock
it says 11:59
I wait for something to happen
nothing does
there is no magic in the changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
only the anticipation
every moment is new
there is magic in the novelty
that I don’t need a clock or calendar
to find
hope lives in those changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
breathing anticipation
time is up and yet has just begun
bittersweet the sentiment
hollow celebration
for the mundane
for the potential in those changing digits
in the delineation of minutes
hours
days
months
years
trembling anticipation
© Ryan J. Pearce 2022
