To the New Year

by poetrydiary

I will allow

            the slow spiral

of my life

            to take one more turn,

as if unscrewing

            the cap on a bottle

of New World wine

            of uncertain maturity

and depth;

            or perhaps like the more brutal bite

of steel thread

            into the yielding, cautious cork

of an aging claret,

            not knowing when,

without warning,

            it might give,

and pop.


And then I will drink,

heartily, and with other people’s wine, 

to this year to come.


May you all have a very good 2013. Salut!