On New Years Eve

            
        On New Years Eve
        we drove through the juxtaposition
        of ancient hills pouring
        into a valley holding
        a huge satellite dish.

        We drove miles through nighttime
        curves, dips, and rises.

        We came to a farmhouse
        on a rocky cliff.

        Inside; the architecture
        is air and space and sunlight
        geometry.

        Lacy ironwork and square tiles.

        Cousins who kiss me on each cheek.
        Kids scamper all over.
        Arabic music and exotic dance
        mixes with rock and roll.

        My wrists are graced
        with gold bracelets-
        gifts given to me earlier today.

        On New Years Eve
        I danced with my blue eyed, blond
        Arab husband.

        Danced  closely
        exchanging soft murmurs,
        arms around each other
        and our newborn child-
        a son...

        On New Years Eve.

 

 

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab