Poem: Here, The Year Began With A Storm

Here, The Year Began With A Storm

I heard it through the windows,

did not need to look out to confirm.

It came just a bit after midnight,

or perhaps it was closer to one.

You were in bed already,

but I was not done with the day.

I sat, wondering, wanting a better year,

though it is absurd to tie such a change

to the Earth's orbital return,

the random point our kind has selected,

demarcated as the starting point

in the ceaseless elipse of the planetary orbit.

What has that to do with such things?

What does gravity or the sun know of luck?

Maybe the storm, though, perhaps it matters.

Certainly, it will mean more to us,

will have an impact, when we awake,

this storm, what it has done,

I am certain that will be more important

than Earth approaching the sun.