as the New Year descends
with the setting sun
I pause to realize

that tonight
as the ball drops in New York
for that’s as late as I go

I will carry myself
over the threshold
to the new year

so I light a candle
cook a meal for myself
and snuggle into pjs

with a warm cup of tea
a blanket around me
and a cat on my lap

I turn on the tv
to fall into a movie
and carry myself into the new year

and as the ball drops
I think with such hope
about all that is to come