New Year by MK Chavez

In my dream, birds fly
while bricks are being flung
into the air.
I hold out my hand
and a bird lands
on my fingertips.
I swoon
with the glorious feeling
of being seen.

But now, I’m awake.
Outside the gray sky
is cleaning the dirty street.
Rain drops are hitting
the steel metal
of a garbage can,
another year begins.
Eight AM and awake.
The storm is calming.
No hang over, a clean start.

MK Chavez writes and performs poetry in the San Francisco Bay Area. She writes about strippers, love, love’s aftermath, the beauty that can be found in ugliness, the mystery of feeling bad about feeling good, situs inversus, and other conundrums. "New Year" was first published in What I Want from You from RAW ArT PRESS. For a copy, e-mail Trena Machado, the owner of RAW ArT PRESS at Trena@rawartpress.com.