ON WITH THE DANCE
A sonnet written and recorded on New Year’s Eve.
Two thousand sixteen is determined to leave us
One last verse I’ll write while there’s time
The year in which time left – oh so much to grieve us
Scoffs at my efforts to sum up and rhyme
A handful of lines? – when the thousands of years
Have taught us so much and so little
With the globe we revolve with the same hopes and fears
Can the cosmos grant crimes safe acquittal?
Too late in the year to end on a note –
A note pithy, profound – with a message
Time is still telling us, teaching by rote
And sometimes it hints by a presage
Time sets the tempo the steps are our own
With partners we join in the dance
In harmony nobody dances alone
In the measure we’re in with a chance.
I begin the year with a new painting in progress, a still life turned self-portrait.