Year’s End, 2013

There will be no falling, this time,

into the end of the year,

no tumbling of untallied days,

no cache of uncounted hours

to not expect, but then to have

for languid wandering through paths

of memory . . .

These days are still measured,

still ordered — needed for the steady

mounting for the launch,

in rising hope,

into the next ascent.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 29, 2013