~

in a realm of change
a state of constance
yet lives where
flux and flood
in lucid flame burns,
a rock of hope
lies beneath.
wings of strength
are mother’s arms,
our safety from
malaise and harm.
yet even here
with deepest love
an eviction lives,
awaiting...
imminent.
this nest of love
would turn to rust,
if from its grasp
of comfort
could the eaglet ne’er
himself rid.
throw out the old,
he must.
to usher in the new;
and serve this
comfort-become-his-death,
a notice of eviction.

so good bye to
this old year,
hello to
newness’ cheer;
thy usefulness,
once new to us
is gone, and
with it goes
thy uselessness.
for more than e’er
we need a
renewed spirit of
youthfulness.
fresh arms and legs
to bear the weight,
with eagerness;
to stretch with
widening gait
toward change;
an ever fluid-ness
made possible
by willingness
to serve this
ever-grey-and-old
-turned-year,
an annulment
of a marriage,
its annual
notice of
eviction!

~

*post script.

reading all your poetry this fine morn,
the final day of a well-used year, this tumbled out.
credit to you each for thoughts and snippets,
adopted and infused here into this notice of eviction.

happy new year to each, to all,
who within these HP walls read;
who lovingly inscribe their thoughts
on posts their own, as well as others;
who breathe such wondrous words
that take our very breath away.

hugs and warm wishes
as you evict the old and cheer the new!