NEW YEARS LUNCH

On New Years morning I found myself having lunch with new friends. Usually the view is like on this picture, but on new Years morning I had the view of the ocean with the fog floating above the horizon. This so much like the beginning of this new year, and I cannot even begin to tell how unusual this new friendship is. Not in my wildest dreams would these people call me "friend", when they have "everything" and I nothing but myself. The fog today prevented me from seeing things nearby as well as far off and left me wondering and uncomfortable. It felt like when you come upon a sudden mistbank there's only one way to come to the other side of it: to go through it. What a way to start the New Year!
So is this poem - still without definite form and not finished - but it fits with my story about the New Year.




NEW YEARS MORNING

Yesteryear already starts yellowing
like a black and white photo
experiences and feelings
as snow melting on the mountains
sinking into the soil of my heart
leaving regret and mistakes
of myself and others
as well as joy and gains.

Looking into a new mirror
straining to see and hear
through a thick layer of fog
obscuring the boats nearby
Catalina island in the distance.
Strangely quiet is this beginning
when clouds hovering the earth
seem to nudge
Wait a little longer with busyness
with chatter, with clutter,
wait till all is clear
let this piece of clay
take a new form
careful not to let
the promises of a new day
slip through my fingers
form, sculpt and build
anything lovely and tangible
a keepsake for years to come.

by Jeannette StGermain