London Poem: Day 137

1 January

It’s a long day of goodbyes
And rushing –
The movement from one life
To the next, stop motion
Steps, wishing it all happens
Seamlessly, the transition
That spans two forgetful days.
Little sleep, so the New Year
Goes; quick goodbyes because
Little sleep makes us unorganised.
The New Year tells us that
Everything is connected
Through interlocking fingers –
There is no escaping the way
Lives and sleep and farewells
And the song of a sleepy-eyed
Bird are all connected.

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