Poem for January 1

Making something new It's such a quiet thing, this making of something new. Solitary and interior, it's a marriage of cogitation and the hands, holding tools and materials. It's a celebration of accidental groping and deliberate grasping, coaxed out of inchoate fragments and made manifest. A movement deeper than thought, more precious than outcome, this is holding light in my head and my hands.

Jay Rancourt Madison