Sun's Auld Lang Syne Poem by Joe Bisicchia

So much goes under the toes.
So much leaves under the trees.
And our every word
in a world of countless, is not infinity.

For numbered are we,
and yet named, even in silence.
We hope in us God will believe.
As for our names, let them flow.

What will all of earth have said?
Forever is for souls no canon can fill.
Maybe instead, together,
hand in hand, let us simply walk

again
like sun spread across the distance.
Ours is not a parting
but reunion.




Published by Nthanda Review,2018