The First Morning Of The New Year Poem by RIC BASTASA

and now everyone is back to sleep
last night's revelry was a must
firecrackers, heavy drinking,
loud music, motors honking
and at the last countdown
the clinking of wine glasses
for the toasts

a happy new year
they all promised themselves

i slept early last nigth
after a silent prayer

waking up at 4 in the morning
another silence meets me

and this silence shall be the same
for another year

strong, and ponderous
trying not to disturb anyone
curling satisfactorily upon itself
like a boa that i just fed.