Every sunrise marks a new day,
But only some begin a new year.
It’s a day like any other
Made significant by fresh calendars,
Resolutions bound to go unmet,
Empty bottles,
Smeared mascara,
Sore hips from sleeping on a floor
That isn’t your’s.
This year,
There will be no parties,
Or strangers,
Champagne corks,
Shared joints.
As always,
You wake up with the same zits and scars
The same shames and flaws.
It will be a night like any other
Full of calm and solitude.
I’ll be in bed by 10 p.m.
And awake in the morning
To greet the first rising sun
Since 2021.