Happy New Year - Basha/Barbara Hirschfeld

[Larry Robinson]

Happy New Year

The party's done, the plastic cups used up -
the ones we never know whether to wash or throw away -
thus 
ambivalence follows us 
into the new year
starting with the cups.  
But the feeling of being
together the best nourishment.
Although the food was also good.
My mother's traditional crab mousse 
so fifties in flavor
Even the punch 
a throwback to simpler days
when 3 kinds of sweet liquids mixed together 
did not make us quake 
with fear of the consequences.

There are of course big resolutions, 
mostly the same 
again and again
but the real joy comes 
because I am just a bit calmer 
a bit better at riding the waves 
of my own tumultuous inner oceans 
the steady inner core
like a steel rod liquid channel of awareness
quicksilver river of my dreams
is easier to hold onto 
an alabaster bannister
in the storm of life.

My teacher brings out the poetry in me
like a doctor 
extracts the built up fluids under the skin.
All these words accumulated from years 
of picking at the scabs and neglecting 
to clean old wounds.
Now they arise as the elixir of life,
the cream that rises to the top,
the honey sequestered in the flower
the scent of sprouted white narcissus on the driveway.
And I respond to welcome the new year with this poem.

	- Basha/Barbara Hirschfeld

Basha/Barbara Hirschfeld
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