For New Year’s Eve 2019, a pensée, which is just a thought-flower that knows French:
Days of Janus
The turning of the year has us looking fore-and-aft
mixing hope and regret, plans
and failure, a chance to learn, were we capable
Two-faced god with a month named for him
deity of portals and doorways
abiding spirit of anxiety and indecision
Laughter from tears, weeping from smiles
emperor of the theater
the globe where all the world’s a stage
A month will not suffice in this life where
every day begins and ends
a month, a year, a century, an eternity
