2003\newyears

New Year’s optimism
engendered by clean calendars,
our perfect winter days,
76 degrees
with a faded Mediterranean sky.
I begin again, wanting
most of the same things.
Advertisers lump us together
by our dreams,
our unfulfilled desires
and unfed hungers,
to look better, be better
do more, make more.
Last night watching a movie
I said it’s not that bad
the idea of never again
plummeting down in wet sand
to kiss a stranger.
It’s called marriage you said.
And I replied we could go do it
together,
except for the fact
that we don’t have
a beach.

1/3/03