December Sundown

December Sundown

The storm passed
and yet the wind still blows
hard and steady

The workmen buzz their saws
destroying or building
I do not know

The barnacles splutter
heartless and cemented
against the salty sea wall

The news copters and planes
encircle the shore in half-moons
down, around and again

The hunt for survivors
or phoning in the bay shore traffic
efficient, accurate reporting

If it's me they think they've found
on what I thought would be a lonely spot
where I'd find whatever the hell it is I'm searching for

Here, on this sunny, synthetic bench, cross-legged
and leaning into my survivorship
then, their search is over

The unity of our daily rite is plain
more seekers arrive and join
in bidding farewell to our regrets

The sun which never fails
to blanch the shallows to gray
and brighten my spirit with Peace

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This time of year so many of us reflect to gain clarity. Something about endings and beginnings that sparks this human behavior. My wish is that your new year be clear and bright. What is your wish?

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