a few minutes to midnight

someone asks what i think might happen in the new year.  i couldn't have predicted the past several years.  as i type i hear the police chopper circling.  i hear fireworks [maybe gunshots].  i'm certain of this, there will be more suffering.  there will be more pain.  there will be astonishing surprises.  there might be another black swan event.  & there will be, as always, love, again.