from The Philadelphia Inquirer

Millennium
Wednesday, December 29, 1999

I am not sure what day it will be; I refuse to mark it,
preferring to let the Wednesday, Saturday pass
same as other days.

History moves, repeats in double sets of thousands,
destroying linear progression, making cycles of walks
along newly budding yellow flower lined mountain stream wandering valleys.

From Colorado mountains it is 2000 days to Philadelphia and Walnut Street
this afternoon
seemed an entire span of time

I preferred to let pass
the clouds of yesterday’s rain,
hovering, let it pass, same as other days.

Adam Kaufman

The writer is a senior in Wharton School. His poem, provided courtesy of Writers House at the University of Pennsylvania, is one of a series on the Commentary Page celebrating the turn of the year/the century/the millennium/everything.