Untitled - January 1, 2002

On the last night of the year,
there are many beginnings
to carry forward into the future.

First night, last sight,
first touch, last light,
that forms the bridge
between now and then.

Fingers, slide and lock
into a solid grasp
tugging at invisible (heart)strings.

In the opening minutes
of the new year,
there are already
hints for a future -
where first and last
are circular.