Well, this is a little disconcerting, a new year’s post in March.
But as the turn of the year fell during my recent unanticipated absence, i didn’t want to miss taking note of it now that i’m back.
Marking off the segments of our lives by the calendar can seem arbitrary — has anything really changed other than the date? — yet we do seem to have a deep-seated inclination to do so. Or, as with resolutions, it’s that we take advantage of the flip of that particular calendar page to deliberately impose a reboot.
The following untitled poem by my dear friend Kris Harmelink (shared with her permission) touches on these ideas.
Bleeds to the next
But I draw up
I break those unsuspecting
That was then
But this is now:
Happy new moment!