Here’s how it will go…
The clock will crow,
the horns and noise makers
will shake, rattle and roll
and I will have settled into a simple
“celebration” for the new year.
Here, all will be quiet and still.
The girls will call to extend wishes.
We’ll have eaten our pickled fishes
(a good luck endeavor
I’ve never understood), but
it is good my wife and I
will still keep these traditions.
Speaking of which, this is
the way the year begins every time.
I’m on the recliner in
Twilight Zone Marathon overload,
and the cold has her bundled
on the couch deep in slumber.
The ball falls as the countdown
resounds. The calendar flips
and it’s a blip on our radar…
We will be set to begin all over.
A new day dawning. Another
quiet morning in a new light.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: A Cause For Celebration