New Year Days

 New Year Days

Why do you look at me 

as I rise from the sea

for the first time this year?

I will rise from the sea 

tomorrow and 

the day after too

Look at the first drops of rain

now that’s something

that will give you food

You don’t look when

the pale yellow flower

blooms for the first time

Or when the blue capped rock thrush

appears on the top

of your chikoo tree and sings

The cracks of turtle eggs are also

soft fireworks on the beach 

the start of their new year

Salmon mothers on the gravel bed

with a suitcase of spawn

ready to die again

I sink I rise

I sink I rise

no big deal

But these are magical days

new year moments of beauty

annual children of time.