To The New Year, A Toast....

by Dana Gioia
Let other mornings honor the miraculous. Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality, the most mundane and human holiday.

On other days we misinterpret time, pretending that we live the present moment,
but can this blur, this smudgy in-between, this tiny fissure where the future drips
into the past, this flyspeck we call now be our true habitat?

The present is the leaky palm of water that we skim from the swift silent river slipping by.

The New Year always brings us what we want simply by bringing us along.
To see a calendar with every day uncrossed, a field of snow without a single footprint.

From our family to yours - Peace in this brand new year.

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