2019 twitches no more.
The calendar’s thread has unspooled.
And before you show it the door,
condemn another decade to predoom
stop and count those small moments
where joy was the main component;
they may be fleeting, perhaps too few,
but they are there when you slow review.
Remember this when the grind is tough,
full of glitches, treacle days,
an all-enveloping lowering haze –
even nano-pleasures are fuel enough.
Micro-living well is the best art.
Here comes another year. Start.