New Year Speed Bump *

I REALLY love this poem by Mary Featherstone. Perhaps you will too. She captures so visually this feeling of dragging yourself and your baggage over into the new year.

Mud at the wall

Sleeping policemanI drag my case over the man-made border
Between one year and the next
A sleeping policeman
Lying in the road
Marks time in yellow and black
Opens an eye and speaks

‘New Year!
No room for baggage!
Ditch it in the past!
Shade your eyes
Against bracing skies
Look resolutely into
The brand new morning
Of the virgin year!
Get on, get on, get on!’

As I cross into unblemished time
My load has already carved a trace in the soil
Shot through with the double skein silk
Of joy and bruising, disillusion and hope
It is heavy and beautiful
With memory and experience
Acute wonder and the crushing reality
Of life in a world out of sorts with itself
Fragments of past too precious to be left behind

The years at my back outnumber
Those at my face
The cake will sag with the weight
Of yet another…

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