wide-eyed into another year

I haven't forgotten the poem from last year:

 

The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,

fingers shifting through fine sands,

arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.

There will be new dreams every night,

and the drapes will never be closed.

I will toss my string of keys into a deep

well and old letters into the grate.

 

The second half of my life will be ice

breaking up on the river, rain

soaking the fields, a hand

held out, a fire,

and smoke going

upward, always up.

 

Because it's such a good poem to contemplate on such a day, the day that I turn yet another year older. Nothing better, really, comes to mind. I hope that I'll always be able to manage a smile, always be able to hold a camera in my hands, always be able to learn and inspire and wonder and dream.

 

Happy Valentine's Day, again.

 

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