making cake

It's the last day of the year and I’m baking a cake

taking all the ingredients from the pantry of yesterdays

like the List of Best Of’s:

the houseboat we bought,

the marriage of our son,

the return of our girl,

and the losses, too -  

our friend Adele,

David Bowie

the Princess, as well

and  the fouled unthinkable election -

throw it in, the division of opinions, passions, beliefs,

the erection of walls, the discover one morning that

some are now on one side/ some now on the other . . .  

gently fold in sunrises, if you will and frost it with

friendships new and renewed –

make it a cake ‘in the round’ so it’s always turning a

corner, and give it two layers with icing in between!

A Yes cake.

A yellow cake. 

A new cake from the old year to share with friends,

to taste and remember, to savor and hope, with bowls

and beaters licked clean and the houseboat filled

with the sweet aroma of good will and good work,  

as we slice a generous piece for all.