PAPER MOON POME FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY

Paper Moon, Paper Moon,
Wishes made of these:

'I will see you in the trees,' he croons,
'And in every breeze.

I will see you when the lotus blooms 
And even at her death -

For you will never die,' he says,
'As long as I have breath.'

With two brothers close in age married and settled into the rhythm of loving and being loved, it is inevitable that I get asked about my 'status'. For example, at the hairdressers yesterday, very succinctly: 'Single? Married? Single-ah? Ah, single.' I suppose I ought to be flattered that people think there is some possibility that I may be dusted off the shelf someday.
While the moon gets to work on possibilities, I listen to the koyal crooning afternoon love songs, and measure the full weight of my contented heart...

Dad has found ways to connect with his grandson involving food, high fives and a shared fascination with the white stick, while I have found ways to touch starfish and place my hand fearlessly in an alligator's mouth...

I enjoy the wonder of spending time with women I love... the pomes and poems of my life...

So the Paper Moon can search for me. Or not. Either way, it is a Happy New Year's Day for me :) And I wish the same for you.