Happy New Year? - January 24, 2001

Red paper, gold leaf,
and the year begins
with a nigh desperate
hope for peace
and solitude,
none of which
are granted.

To be here but for the grace of God,
to live here
but for the grace of someone beyond me.

Drifting away in a sea of ice,
floating from afar,
dreaming of the empty page
where the water is clear
and the weather cool.

Solitude - sought
but never found.

Is it time yet?

-title by KS