Sometimes, the end of a year can be
Like the middle of a sentence
Like static on a phone line
where you’re not quite sure whether you’re still on the call
It can hit like a boarding announcement
when you’re still home. Packing. Suitcase half full.
Some times the end of a year can feel like
The middle of the year
Or one third of it
Or four fifth
And you realize
What you anyway knew
That the universe doesn’t count time
And time makes no effort to synchronize with one’s life
It is only paramount for a tiny little speck in the universe- you
To hold gently, imperceptibly, together
The strings of ‘time’ and the spinning universe and your own dear life
And make all three somehow strike a chord in unison
And a moment like this
Is a peek into the frailty of this delicate balance,
The brave enormity and surprisingly frequent success of the human effort,
And reverence for the moments of harmonized music
It is a reminder that it is no small feat
To sometimes bring together time and life and universe
May we cherish the synchronicity when it happens
May we admire in awe the magnificent starburst when it doesn’t
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