My Another New Year

My Another New Year

My another new year,
never comes on the thirty-first.
Although it comes every year,
it only comes to me,
in my own special way.

I thought hard
and angry
about why no one could
or would give me
the things I want the most.

Because I found myself wanting
and waiting
patiently
disappointed in everyone's actions
for themselves.

But waiting
silently waiting
I realized that no one of them
would
or could give me what I want.

Because I don't know what I want.

I thought it was material at times
and then wondered if it was physical
and then if it was emotional
and realizing all three
I had to hold it all back, and in.

I'm here for a short while
and the time I have is rare
to care about the small things,
although
they can and overwhelm me.

But here we go
again
it's my another new year-
full of empty canvases
with imagined rainbow wolves.

Because there is more I can give myself
playing in the real
and imagined
and the slightly absurd
in, and about, my new another new year.

-Matthew Koutzun