Midnight Pulse

First spark, thin light on the water. New Year breathing, in the dark

before the chorus. Micronesian dawn, boats rock, kids on the

pier. Grandma lifts her phone says, "Come home this year."

Tokyo trains hum paper cranes in her hair. Lanterns on the Sumida,

float our wishes out there. Soul kitchen steam, clocks blink, someone laughs,

screens glow, hearts ping. Same sky, same path. This is the

midnight pulse. Round and round the blue we go. Different drums,

one thunder. Different tongues, one echo. Hands up, hearts in motion,