For me, the year 2013 was filled with change and an unusual mix of good and not-so-good happenings.
Because of the change and the not-so-good happenings, I’m glad to bid farewell to 2013 and turn my face toward good things in 2014.
However, if all things are not good in 2014—and surely they won’t be—then this poem reminds me that I can benefit and learn even from the hard things that 2014 might bring.
by Jon Stallworthy
Barefoot through the bazaar,
and with the same undulant grace
as the cloth blown back from her face,
she glides with a stone jar
high on her head
and not a ripple in her tread.
Watching her cross erect
stones, garbage, excrement, and crumbs
of glass in the Karachi slums,
I, with my stoop, reflect
they stand most straight
who learn to walk beneath a weight.