New year

A year is just a product
of its age, days adding up
until finally a new year springs
to life, breathing in hope

among waves of salty beach
air. The sun screams its ascent
as it climbs out of the ocean,
lifting our spirits like
champagne glasses toasting

absent lights. Up and down
is a binary distinction I’m resolved
to overcome, like gravity
or monotony I must rise above.

I see clearly this year beginning
differently than last — your eyes
floating in my dreams,
fragrant in my breath.

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© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott

Prompts:

• pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #830: absent, binary clear
• Word of the Day Challenge: beginning
• Ragtag Daily Prompt: light