As Nancy Wilson croons the dear question,
I pray for you and yours and all, wish each
new day of our new year will offer one
moment of peace linked to another, teach
us vital essence of our honest words.
I think of Cath in Chapala, customs
like coins or charms baked deep inside sweet breads;
eating grapes as the clock sings its twelve chimes.
How in rural Quebec, they ice fish till
dawn. Not far from my writing-room windows,
So’s reveling crowd will break through the still
night with cheers and kisses. I think I know
where I’ll be: touching my keyboard, believe
you’re well and loving life this New Year’s Eve.
Roger Armbrust
December 31,
2012
