Renewing Time

I've been through this new year thing sixty times now, and never once have I felt the slightest shift or hitch in the smooth rollout—the countdown hits zero, the ball lands, the numbers flip—under the clever costume I am still you, here. Everything has changed; nothing has changed—the blessing and the curse of time in one steady swirl, ever balanced on a single point—poised, drawing this breath. Ahhhh.