I don’t even feel like looking
at the end of the year —
I have no urging towards retrospectives.
I don’t want to look at next year, either —
I have no interest in resolutions

There will be things in the year,
events and growth and changes,
but I have no sense I can control them.
They will come through like storms
or sprout like seeds,

I will await them
but they will take me by surprise —
I have no view of them but this one,
on the ground, peering through vines and branches,
taking the next step.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2018