January

has the whole year within it

is books moved to the bedside table

is busying oneself without urgency.

is scarcely considered as itself for it's fullness of the year ahead

and so is forgotten yet is also all there is.

is the beginning of the rest of your life.

but, so was last Tuesday, and the next, and so are weekday evenings.

I hope I always have. and.

I hope I always have another.

every morning is the first morning.