The Gardens by Mary Oliver
You gleam as you lie back
breathing like something
taken from water,a sea creature, except
for your two human legs
which tremble
and open
I am running into a new year, lucille clifton
i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
To the New Year by W.S. merwin
so this is the sound of you
here and now whether or not
anyone hears it