A new year starts
appearing as a blank slate
but its history is already written
in the dust of treaties,
the land-mine refuse of war,
the increased opulence of the rich,
the skinny-ribbed orphan’s unheard, “Mama,”
the refugee’s grasp for a grain of rice.
All written on a mirror
so we read it backwards
and never quite understand.
Photo credit: LabrynthX, Creative Commons, Flickr