We have begun another day,
another week, another month.
As January rolled in blind
and February’s leap strayed
backwards into one long wretch’d March,
we adjusted ourselves to May.
At once finding a keel and wind,
to sally forth into unknowns --
we reveled or rebelled or hid
having learned lessons of some sort.
Now sweet June is upon us
in all her tipsy gay glory.
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.”
A second wave will come ashore or carry us away.