A Nothing Day - Jan. 2, 2024

Don’t expect anything special on January 2nd.  The tree’s come down, the Christmas cards gathered and trashed.  New Year’s wishes are just like bread – they’re never as fresh as the day they were made. 

Today’s poem will be sober, without cloth napkins or candles, no  laughter or eggnog to put the rum in.  It is about ignored dirt and the time to clean it and old things that need putting away.

It’s a cold cloudy day, one of the many that become forgotten

in all Januarys past. It will end with a simple meal - leftover ham, microwaved, cold corn bread and scraps of cherry pie.

I can’t leave you with the heat of my evening fire or the dirty dishes,

but certainly one more wish – that you always key an eye out for love in any form, no matter who it’s from or how it reaches you.