The head of the year
Marge Piercy

The moon is dark tonight, a new
moon for a new year.  It is
hollow and hungers to be full.
It is the black zero of beginning.

Now you must void yourself
of injuries, insults, incursions.
Go with empty hands to those
you have hurt and make amends.

It is not too late.  It is early
and about to grow.  Now
it is the time to do what you
know you must and have feared

to begin.  Your face is dark
too as you turn inward to face
yourself, the hidden twin
of all you must grow to be.

Forgive the dead year.  Forgive
yourself.  What will be wants
to push through your fingers.
The light you seek hides

in your belly.  The light you
crave longs to stream from
your eyes.  You are the moon
that will wax in new goodness.