Sun comes up on a fresh year and everything is new and everything is the same. Sun moves through a…

Sun comes up on a fresh year and everything is new and everything is the same. Sun moves through a glass of water and a shadow like an x-ray of the wingtip of ghost falls on someone else’s counter. Sun warms the bowl of a spoon made of apple wood, carved from a log got at an orchard in the western part of the state, made as a gift for someone who gives me kindness, kindness for this fresh year, an apple wood spoon in the hand. Sun shows time’s wing, moving always, same and new.