One day in, the year has settled beneath my fingertips.
My voice still edges past yesterday’s pulse, through air
that tastes like last yesterday’s air, across
the same distance. You are exactly as close, or as far, as you were
when the year turned. A new page does not bring change. You and I do not move to the world’s turning. We stick
or stumble with words, spoken or silent. Hand and throat,
these are the tools that shape our lives. We have another year
to make th