On the Threshold
Published in
Dec 31, 2021
As the year fades
And our future slips
Into painted memories
We become more aware
Of the constant flow
Of traffic, coming and going
At the crosswalk, the intersection
Where one year ends
And another begins.
It is at this quiet time
When everything slows just long enough
For the pedestrians to make their way
Across the avenue
We see for the first time
The threshold of birth and oblivion
Shimmering faintly before our eyes.
