Two Zero One Zero Zero Zero

[Countdown to nothing significant
For who numbered the years?
And who created history?
And pray who, what I perceive?]

Winter’s promise of summer,
Infused April liveliness
Into crinkled paper dragons,
In the span of a brief smile.

It is disconcerting,
How we sometimes remember
The scent of someone’s hair
In a random, once-had dream.

The subjectivity of reality
Is unsettling as well,
Like the misleading obviousness
Of certain crucial truths.

You set my heart free again –
Into the winter night
Like snowflakes smiling softly
In their perfect symmetry.

January 2nd, 2010.