09

Can't you hear it?

The inexorable movement of time?

Tick, tick, tick.

Second hand sweeps forward;

Ever forward:

Like a solder's march.

To these green fields;

Of imagined rest.

Where hearts beat no more.

Tears are dried.

Debts settled.

The soul freed to carry on.

Can't you hear it?

Above the din of balls dropped;

Firework's crackle;

The hoot and holler.

Pots and pans;

Clanged together.

The New Year;

The Old Year;

Occam's razor.

The edge so bright and clean.

A perch to watch what is to come.

As we live on this teeter totter.

Tick, tick, tick;

Toc, toc, toc;

Is the answer is so simple?

K.J.K. 12-30-09