Thinking About the New Year

Okay, this will be short and sweet. I am struggling to balance everything in my life and recently it has felt like I am failing. But I am trying, and I am still writing-- every single chance I get. I refuse to give up on my art.

I have found myself intrigued by the flight of birds recently. There is something completely mesmerizing about the way they move together, in concert almost. I have fallen in love with starlings. At least I think they are starlings.

Today I offer you a poem about birds in flight and a picture I snapped early one morning.

Yeah, I know the birds aren't starlings. They are geese, but look at that sky.

New Year: Blue Sky or Grey

I've been thinking about this new year

How it rolled round before I'd finished with this last

How I've spent much of it watching birds

fly across desolate, 

yet beautiful skies

And how I've written so much

and yet so little

So much truth,

or at least truth to me,

because I am tired of 

ambiguity

of pretending happily-ever-after

is real;

But I am happy

despite all the 

upside down moments

Happy when the birds fly in concert

because then I understand how everything

all life

rises and falls,

dips and wavers,

until the end,

but that thought I save for next year

because this year the starlings

continue to rise up

higher

higher

blue sky or grey 

Jeanice Eagan Davis © 2012