The Clock Turns Round

Seems I oughtta have something to say about
having to buy a new calendar for 2012 or
about September 2012 or about "The olde year
now her wing has spread, the new year it is
enter-ed .. .. .." or something profound or
even earthy, but I don't.


I say, it goes like this:
"A new day breaks for me each time the clock
   turns round."
"Not so!" Says science, nature, math, and God
   perhaps."
"There is nothing new. The same day's been
there at its proper trade. You spin away and
then spin back."

Profoundity's too tough for the likes of me
   to tussle with, but I will hollow tooth like
   worry it from time to time whenever it's
   spun back to me or I to it!

I really think that we do not have to have all
this brouhaha about flipping a calendar page to
a new day; I think that we might instead celebrate
each new day or moment with silent grace and awe,
and yes ~ Joy.