The Beginning

With 2020 in the rear view mirror, I wanted to take a closer look. I first looked back on what was by all accounts the worst year of our lives. With so many emotions and so many memories fluttering around, I had hoped it would be a fairly straightforward exploration. Or at least that I would be swathed in myriad ideas. My experience was probably more similar to coming up for air after being deprived of it for months. At first, the air seems a reprieve, a relief, but it soon becomes the very thing that stifles you. 

All that said, I have some deep exploration to do. Will you come along for the ride?

2020 Reflections 1
12/31/2020

Yes.
It was the hardest,
most trying,
decisive,
most tragic,
most politically charged,
racially charged…

Hindsight
Looking back

When I think about it
I’m at a loss for words
and yet
I’m overwhelmed
Inundated

Thoughts
Feelings
Emotions

My feet are glued

Ankle-deep in molasses,
No.
That’s tar.
Hardening around my feet as it
Holds me in place.
The more I wiggle my toes or try to pull up a foot
The deeper it grows
As I dig and
claw at it and
try to pull away
My hands become entwined
My arms and legs entangled in the gluey web.

Pulling free, not an option

With each motion,
The tentacles redouble their grip.

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