Delimitation

How was it? And how is it? The perpetual birthday of one

that is personally yours and yours to have as needed.

As many as you might like to fully arrive back to the brand new.

A clearing after replacing and forever losing the birthday

never asked for, the one that was the year's or theirs

and not to be much more, back when you were young but once.

Which is now gone. And now the choice to be old again,

again and again. What follows, what's held off, and waits

for experience to reveal those extended ages and then

the light that arrives as your air takes to breathe in the barren,

so you can say this is okay, while you walk in the midst of waking

through the no longer not too far off distance of evening, that arises

after the new year is never ever new but always instead, anew--

as lone wind is understood, when finally here as you always were.