First Poem 2026

 First Poem 2026

The first poem of a new year —feels 

forced contrived unflowing

til I remember a poem can show up 

spontaneously simply purely 

like a good laugh or a good cry 

never forced / never contrived it flows 

like minutes flow into days 

like sunrise  slowly sweeps away the night

of last year / arises on the eastern horizon

like the waxing gibbous moon, a light 

appears in the west, in the same sky 

appears like these words

to become a new story

January 1, 2026
Bronx, New York