a new year

i've been counting
down
all day,
ten, backwards to one,
warming up for tonight,
as if i'm
on a liftoff mission
to the moon.
but it isn't the moon
we're going to,
is it?
out the window
are the same trees,
the same
parked cars,
the same
kid with a runny nose
and training
wheels rolling
down the street.