They say time is a wheel
And we’ve gone around the bend
Water spills out
And down the creek
To the oceans to the clouds
And back for another spin
A generational cycle
To end and begin
Looks like we’ve got a whole new year
To do it all again
The last year was dripping
Into an empty bucket
Full of holes
And wholly new ways
To put each other down
Busted neon
And a broken tune
Perfection left the holy practice
All in a ruin
Yet water takes the form
Of the vessels that hold it
The river is the shape of the valley
And the poem is the shape
Of the thoughts in the mind
Of the one who thunk it and told it
So we’ve got another year ahead
To take this water and mold it
Let’s think some higher thoughts
Like garden plots
And simple things like fresh laid eggs
Or just getting along and getting by
With our feet in the dirt
And the only division
Is the line between earth and sky
Let’s hold next year’s water
In better jugs
And nicer buckets
Or even that fancy pitcher
That your grandma left to you
Yep.
That one
The one that’s hard to reach
The one up in the back of the
highest cabinet over the
refrigerator
The one that’s shaped like a chicken
The one that makes you laugh every time
It may not work at all
But it might be
Worth a try
