Dropping the ball
No matter what,
no matter what vows, resolutions
we make and share aloud
about body weight, addictions, relation-
ships, work, before the countdown
New Year’s Eve, no matter what is
hoped to happen after Time Square’s
“ball” drops, enjoy the ritual midnight kiss.
Because no matter what you have wished for,
no matter how filled you are with bubbly bliss,
everything comes down to this:
the past is in the present; so is the future.
The only constant is change, but all development
is not progress. We are
the species that put a clockface on the Moon
and invented time, made it out of carved stone,
light and shadow. Our New Beginnings Eve’s
resolutions are as perennial as pre-spring snow drops,
crocuses, blue bells, early-spring’s heraldic brassy daffodils.
If only what we so “highly resolve” was similarly rooted
in what is as fundamental a fact as dirt, soil, earth,
loam, we too would celebrate one another
with silent bravuras of what colors us,
celebrate life itself. Instead, we cyclically seed
abstract hope, peace, love, joy by sending those
printed words to each other on ultimately fallow
greeting cards seven days before New Year’s.
But not enough of us who send or receive
those wished for worded states of being
faithfully cultivate, weed them, water them,
stake them for upright growth. Which is the work
that makes hope work. Planting is hope in action.
And wherever love is well planted, cultivated,
you will soon see the other three, freely growing,
hope first. No matter what.
— Everett Hoagland, New Year’s Eve 2021
What a way to meet & greet the New Year
and each other, Dear human-family Sister,
human-family Brother! To hear
from the medical authority scene
so soon after Santa its new mantra
about Covid 19: “It’s going to get worse
before it gets better.” What a wonderful thing
to say to us on New Year’s Day! Even though
it is what is happening, to the letter. Something
to which many of us, women and so called minorities,
have had to be reconciled throughout our histories,
herstories. So true. But as they say, Hey, what else
is new? “It” always has and/yet does too.
Incrementally, human life tends to have it
both ways. About everything. As always,
we are our problem and our solution
too. So what to do? Re: Covid, accelerated
climate change? Worry and wait until whatever
happens to you? Or come together and act
upon our united cries of an even older mantra,
the only one that has ever helped to get things
done: the one used by New B’s 1970’s
For The People paper: Don’t Agonize, Organize!!
— Everett Hoagland, January 2022
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