It’s Saturday night, the streets are deserted,
Except a few passersby, eyes averted,
Merging into the darkness surrounding,
I walk accompanied by shadows abounding,
Sinister shapes of trees swaying this way and that,
Something flies overhead not a bird, but a bat,
It’s hard to believe it’s 6.30pm that’s all,
Consumer society probably flocked in the mall.
Not much to see, my chest moves in and out,
I awake from my reverie, I hear someone shout,
Happy New Year, she bellows to me,
On the way to Tel Aviv to a party,
Her excitement is infectious and I reassess the street,
It’s crowded with resolutions waiting for 2012 to greet.