I'm an anxious tangled ropes 

of inequalities and blessings. 

It's a new year and so much significance 

Placed on our relationship with existing

And time 

Before it seals our tomb.

I'm anxious 

It's Jan 1, 2022

At 6:45 pm and I look at the stars

Taking in the air on this pale blue dot

And I'm terrified, I'm sad, I'm angry

I'm upset, I'm ashamed, I'm a pessimist

Talking in an assured voice of one who

With assurance sees the distasteful palate

One man's meat and greens on the table

Is another's poison

Plastic in it's tummy, floated and blotched

Decaying under the hopeful sun

Of a new dawn.

But I'm hopeful.