after
the pyrotechnics
l am
after the pyrotechnics shattering the enamelled sky shards of colour and
sound the choreographed embers flying the old year going up in flames and
cheers resounding the banging of drums has finished the drunks gone to their beds
the animals still paralysed with fear
then there
is the silence
the
darkness embedded with mica
the breath
held like a stopped clock
the faith
in something new replacing the old
and the
weight of what has gone lifted rising
only to
fall again softly like rain
like the unsummoned
light coming
the healed
sky
