January 1, 2011
We stood atop a hill at
four minutes past twelve,
(the snow fell hard – ten centimeters of silence in three hours)
colourful flowers bloomed in the sky;
Two guys were trying to set off some fireworks
just a few feet away from us
but their lighters were failing.
The dog was playing in the snow, bouncing up and down, his tail a giggling periscope. I tossed him a snowball. He caught it with his mouth.
The guys got a flame going but something was wrong –
stars shot horizontally off into the forest,
beauty becoming danger suddenly, unexpectedly.
I wondered if anybody would be hit.
Then something changed, and the fireworks shot off into the sky above us in celebration. The danger was over, at least for a while.
A new year had begun.