I foresee informal celebration:
Whole Foods take-out and bubbled libation,
with Jim, our dog, and Chris, my childhood friend,
the evening rings greetings received and sent.
At 9 it’s midnight in New York’s Times Square,
crowds look cold, happy I’m here not there.
Soon enough, our west coast cheers and kisses,
Cozmo will wag his first New Year’s wishes.
Each year that passes with much left un-done,
leaves gifts of purpose in our newest one.