that I would go

that I would go
to my daughter's room
at the juncture
where
time's broom
swept
the old year into new
and write
the name
of this wonderful community
on her windowpane
in quiet contemplation.

It was my first resolution. A hope.

My second
was pledging some cash,
a coin
splashed
into the wishing well
where all
these beautiful souls
glint
as they catch
and give back
the light
at play,
winking away
one precious day
at a time.

For now.