There’s no reason in wasting time on describing 2020 as a year. We know what it was and there’s no need to belabor it. It was a year and let’s leave it at that. But let’s consider, too, the things that happened while we were waiting for the future.
January and February were beautiful months and I loved every minute of them. May nearly crushed me. November sucked. And while it’s easy to bang on the sadness, there have been intense moments of clarity this year — times when I realized who I was and what I wanted to fill…
Prabhupada on my
wall; a great Big Mind that sits
beside my own self.
Hair growing longer,
Curls grey, days stay later than
the winter snow.
Coffee urn burns. Smell
Of life before life; waiting
For the world to start.
What thoughts I have
When I see the news and think:
Good for all of you.
Attention! When you
feel it’s all gone downhill — no!
Attention!
Snowing, but barefoot
In the sun with
Thoughts of Summer.
Tom Robb
Tom is a poet and writer based in Denver, CO.
