The First of January Nineteen Ninety Five

The sky of dreams

reminds me of its blue

there’s waves of wind

coming through the trees-sea.

Last night I died

my head split

& body purged itself of blood and bile.

So the old year went

down with me.

After darkness we rise!

Newborn the world today

with myself, the year, the day.

Sun and moon rise together

in life

here at the centre of the earth.

© Doina Cornell 2024

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