January 2, 2013


Right before the Perkinsville Road can get properly going, you can look out across the Valley
to the rim: space, full stop.
Above this float the Peaks: exclamation point.
Turn around and there's the Pit, a man-made echo: space, full stop.
I go in: exclamation point.

Thirteen years ago I spent New Year's Eve here, already history, like Y2K.
Now, I'm my own future again.  This year the Mayans have set up a brand new cycle.

Space, ellipsis.