New Years Poem

by jordan on December 31, 2010

WHEN MIDNIGHT FALLS

What was this night before
man invented time
did hummingbirds still their wings
or crickets drop their tune
somewhere a blade of grass bent
humbly beneath an empty sky

or perhaps nothing changed

not the glittering ball
or a countdown kiss
the way confetti glimmers
in the flash of our self-made glories

outside in the silent places of the world
a river gives birth to itself from a cradle
of stone there will be no fanfare
when at last it joins lips with the sea
only the sand will remember
only to forget

while we throw ourselves again
into the night that swallows us

whole.

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