“Wow, I Made This?” (prompt: new start poem)

There’s a new start

at the end of each old year.

I need a new start

because I know how

all of my old starts

end,

and if I can’t have a new start

then I want a new middle

and a new

end.

So, I will keep trying

reaching

punching

for something new

something to surprise me,

something to look at and say

“Wow, I made this?”

much like God must’ve felt

after creating

the platypus,

the orgasm,

and the bursting orange horizon

where the sun sinks

dutifully into the

beautiful blue Pacific

everyday.