Thursday ~ December 31, 2015

i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go
of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twentysix and thirtysix
even thirtysix but
i am runnining into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me

( Lucille Clifton, 1936 - 2010 )