I practice yoga.
I drink beer.
I make no resolution this year,
A solution to the problem of being myself.
Sealing the cracks in my psyche,
Dozing my idiosyncrasies into loose fill.
Maybe to mend someone else’s cracks, someone else’s problems.
I rake and smooth but like earth in summer with no rain,
I crack again.
Until I stop dozing and removing rocks,
Until I add instead of remove.
Until I roll in the mud instead of smooth.
This, I resolve.