january 1st

there was a man, working at 4am
it was cold and silent
it was dark
cars kept passing by

there was a family, playing in a park
parents with a child
i could hear his laughter
it was a baby boy, laughing at the dog

there was sun, coming through the clouds
there was wind, coming through the smell of pines
i could hear a baseball bat, it hit the ball

and there was a boy, with a kite
there was a flight of a kite, in the sky
there was thought, it was light
there was me
and there was: life