I Greet the New

You won't believe who it is.

Photo by Warren Wong on Unsplash

This morning’s post has nothing and everything to do with magic—the sudden appearance of an audio track. Short-short, because you probably have a day full of artful promise ahead of you.

I Greet the New

I greet the new

The new ache in my bones that tells me I am old

The new lines in my face no cream will erase

The new headlines that tell me the world is in chaos

I greet the new much as pilgrims came to these shores

Uncertain, unwashed, unable to predict what would come

I greet the new the way a child greets the day

Following all the rules but hoping to break a few

I greet the new because why else am I alive?

Am I myself not new every day?

My cells repaired themselves overnight

My brain stitched together everything my senses took in during the day

My skin breathed in oxygen and covered my bones with joy

My tired face looked up to heaven and found true love there

I am the new

I am as old as the pyramids but fresh as the scent of wild roses

I am my own future, I am my own hope

I answer to harder times with the sword of stronger love

I’ll see you Wednesday.