New Year’s Reflection

Tara C. Trapani

We have, at last, reached the completion of 2020, a pivotal year in the history of our world. As we rest, poised on the threshold of a fresh, new year, we wanted to take a few moments for quiet reflection and share a couple of poems that evoke this spirit.

May your 2021 be filled with peace, joy, and moments of deep stillness.


I'm Going to Start Living Like a Mystic

Today I am pulling on a green wool sweater
and walking across the park in a dusky snowfall.

The trees stand like twenty-seven prophets in a field,
each a station in a pilgrimage—silent, pondering.

Blue flakes of light falling across their bodies
are the ciphers of a secret, an occultation.

I will examine their leaves as pages in a text
and consider the bookish pigeons, students of winter.

I will kneel on the track of a vanquished squirrel
and stare into a blank pond for the figure of Sophia.

I shall begin scouring the sky for signs
as if my whole future were constellated upon it.

I will walk home alone with the deep alone,
a disciple of shadows, in praise of the mysteries.

– Edward Hirsch


It was beginning winter,
The light moved slowly over the frozen field,
Over the dry seed-crowns,
The beautiful surviving bones
Swinging in the wind.

Light travelled over the wide field;
The weeds stopped swinging.
The mind moved, not alone,
Through the clear air, in the silence.

            Was it light?
             Was it light within?
              Was it light within light?
               Stillness becoming alive,

                Yet still?

A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you,
It will come again.
Be still.

 –Theodore Roethke, from “The Lost Son”