I asked the words where they were
when I needed them most;
and they just laughed.
I look down at the railway tracks and wish I was on a train
bound for nowhere.
The year's end brings with it the usual disappointment.
We're no closer to our heaven
than to our hell.
We've just sunk a little deeper
into the mud of the earth
and worldy things sit on our shoulders cackling
and we instead make out that we're a few feet off the ground.
Denial is Dignity's walking stick -
a cheerfully ignored fact.
My resolution for the fast approaching year
will be to exit eras and rooms
at the appointed time.
Not keep stealing glances through the keyhole hoping
to be let into a room
whose occupants have tired of me
a room filled with Christmas decorations during Lent.
My memories are very accommodating, yes
but Reality is not.
It is a noble resolution, a fitting one.
And like all resolutions
it will be exceedingly easy to break.