1
Footnote.
This year in which I write,
Is now last year somewhere else;
The ticking of the clock wears me out.
2
First Footing
New Years Day.
Breaking out of the cocoon.
All the house is sleeping.
3.
Bliss.
Japanese porcelain
Gives me a sense of peace
No Buddha or Christ
Can give.
Put the roses over there, by
the chair, the wicker chair
by the window.
Put them on the small table:
The rough old vase will do.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 31st. 2015.
January 1st. 2016.
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4
Japanese Tea Ceremony.
Welcomed the New Year with
the Tea Ceremony,
More holy than the Eucharist.
No wine was spilled.
No bread was broken.
No images of ancient cruelty.
Just a peaceful hour or two at home:
Rain soft upon the window,
Daffodils blooming in the garden
More abundant than last spring.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 2nd. 2016.
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