Be the Wind-Paint: Reflections on Year-ends

Flowing from one box to another

Life pigeon-holed into tight boxes

Neatly labelled day, month and year

Defining mornings and noontimes

And telling you when to go to bed

As I flow out from one year-box into another

You tell me, it’s an occasion for celebration

Look back at the number of boxes you have filled, you say

With memories both great and small

Look how you have crossed much harm’s way

And painted life red, purple and blue

And yet all I feel is old

A new box has many adventures, you say

New paths, new space, new time

Life in your hands

And the sky your limit, you exclaim

But you forget, it’s into another box I flow

It’s not just me filling the box

It’s the box filling me out

The box squeezes me in, its walls cramping

Rubs the colour off me onto herself

She defines what I do and even how I look

When tired of me, she pushes me out

And December comes a ringing

Yea, you go celebrate

Sure do ring those nice bells and don’t forget your prayers

You should be happy that you have filled this box

And ready to climb into another

Beginnings and ends are sure reasons for celebration

So you go ahead and put on that dress

But I am going to wait a bit longer

Have a drink on you

And wonder how I can get rid

Of this damn box staring at you

Burn its walls down

Blaze them all out

Push it forward

Create a domino effect

Destroy all boxes with one big push

Then none to fill

Into none to flow

And then think about how I can be the wind

That can just be

Always flowing 

And yet needless to flow

And when I do flow, no one needs know

No box to constrain, no walls to cramp

The sky the canvas and me the wind-paint