Monday 28 December 2015

The Day for Firsts: A Poem to the New Year.

Via on Dec 27, 2015
Leo Hidalgo/Flickr
It was going to be one of those good years.
I went down to the ocean today,
and for the first time ever,
I could actually hear it,

the lapping of each wave washing up on the rocky shore.

I took off my shoes and I stood there
on a grassy bluff above the sea,
and for the first time ever,
I could actually feel it,

each individual blade of grass underfoot as it grew.

I looked out to the sky in front of me
and for the first time ever,
I could actually see it,

the sun, feeding everyone of us its light.

I closed my eyes and I inhaled,
as the mighty ocean breeze swirled around me,
and for the first time ever,
I could actually smell it,

the sweet fragrance of the universe in every cellular speck of air.

I turned to my lover and I kissed him,
and for the first time ever,
I could actually taste it,

how love moves effortlessly between two souls.

Ocean, alive.
Earth, alive.
Sky, alive.
Air, alive.
Love, alive.

and here I was standing in front of another new year,
very much,
alive.

And for the first time ever,
I could actually sense it,
in each one of my bones there was a whispering,
‘it’s going to be a good one,
dear.’


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