By: Kristin Peterson (12/21/22)

Hear ye, oh year ye! I’m not tired tonight!

My shirt is on backwards and heads not quite right

I’m yawning and stretching, lids birds, flying south

As I contemplate words stuck from leaving my mouth

I’m just so dang tired and have nowhere to go

Nothing to write, so forget it: Let’s flow…

Let’s just accept it as diamond in rough…

Instead of insisting I make perfect stuff…

Memoirs, manifestos, comic books and the things

Songs and then raps and just what the day brings

But I tell you tonight at the end of the night

When the world is all still and I sit in delight

I sit Still and think of these men in my life

And I ponder potential for joy or for strife

I wish I knew more, but what’s known is Enough:

I’ve got to commit to my own self: That’s what!

A little routine and tending my garden

As 2:22 rings to clock in my pardons

So late in the hours of the midst of the night

I know not what is that I sit now and write

And so: Off to bed! Tuck away passing wonders…

And forget my mistakes and all of the blunders…

For tomorrow’s a new day and promise it holds!

And me, I’ll be me, and just let it unfold…