Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.
So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies.
We spent today looking for the perfect poem to say goodbye with for the holidays. And this is the one!
Naomi Shihab Nye has enchanted us before at TAST and Burning of the Old Year feels right for us to end our first publishing months.
We wish you warm holidays and a spatious new year! May you burn what needs to be left behind and begin anew in 2019!