By Akili

2020 ends in crashes,

wave after wave of salted distain

breaks upon the shore of dawn’s crimson eyes.

Stained with stingy reflections of

shoulda, coulda, woulda, why did I’s,

A tsunami of regret shattering hopes beautiful

coke bottle shaped body of glass spilling forth.

Steadied in my surrender

perched upon realities bouy.

A steadfast seagull, or perhaps a pelican embracing

life’s ebb and flow. Wave after Wave.

2021 begins upon the ocean’s break

an impregnated stork delivering new life in the

afterbirth of having to go thru it to get to it.

And, so shall it be this King’ decree.