The year (A poem)

Inspired by 1Q84

The year is always a question mark
I know what it is
but not where it’s going
or how I’m going to get there
I push the car at the top of the hill
jump in
and try to stay in control
on the ride down

I tend to worry
but as long as I don’t crash
or go airborne
I figure I’ll be all right

The year in review
is like following the trail I left
as I walked through the woods
It may help me figure out how I got here
but it doesn’t tell me how to get back out
One-way roads sometimes take roundabout paths
and you’ve got to go around
to find your way back

(4 November 2015—posted November 6)