The Paper Year

One is not enough.
That lonely digit —
a mere scratch of ink
or lead —
cannot possibly
shoulder the weight
it carries.
Not with
the constant pull
of gravity.

Three hundred sixty-five
sounds better.
A veritable army.
And yet,
hardly more
than a blip
on life’s radar.

Eight thousand seven hundred sixty.
Now there’s the uprising,
the revolution,
the deafening roar
I’m looking for.

And yet.

One deep breath.
One leap.
One year.

Perhaps
one is enough
after all.

Advertisements

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

One response to “The Paper Year

  1. I like “the deafening roar I’m looking for” a lot.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s