Seated.
In a crowd of dancing jubilants
Shaking hands, sharing hugs
Daring to speak their hopes as prayers for others
Camouflaging their trembling hearts in white robes before a God who smells fear.
Seated in a bubble
What do you tell a God who reads minds?
What do you ask a God who whispers to noisy hearts.
How do you dazzle a God to tattle a future he clutches to his chest.
A God who earns devotees by keeping the future to himself.
Seated in angst
Before you get presumptuous
And wish another person a Happy New Year,
Remember what happened the last time you did.
If you had the power to grant happy new years, would you share it carelessly.
Are we generous with the wishes because they're empty?
Do we get punished by a jealous God for assuming his power to give happiness.
Seated in a Halo of Epiphany.
Seated.
Watching the hope-peddlars peddle cheap stuff
To the same who will be visited with all manner of misfortunes
Watching their hearts swell like the Trojans charging at the Greeks
I comfort them with hugs and handshakes
I wish you will have a Happy New Year
