Turn Of The Page Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Will I shuffle my 2008 mindset
into 2009? Different digits;
same old issues?

As I flip the page on my At-A-Glance,
a parting glance at my life to date,
I feel a moment of anticipation,
followed by a moment of dislocation:
It’s just another grid of numbered squares.

What had I expected? Trumpeting heralds?
Confetti? Pornographic jpegs?
31 boxes, all meticulously aligned,
poised to receive all sorts of urgent messages,
not-so-urgent messages.
There’s something hungry
about those boxes,
voracious, demanding.

I like the clean,
uncluttered look of January,
white as a midwinter blizzard.
Before the month is over,
the pristine page will be littered
with the little details
of my life,
as I toss the old calendar into the wastecan
without-a-glance.