What’s in a year
A day, a name
How can we measure it
For loss or gain
The tide will always turn
The moon will wax and wane
Yet we are changed
Changed utterly
Can never be the same
We may see it differently
With 20/20 vision
The irony of social distancing
The blur of hidden faces
A strange equality
With time elastic as a fairy tale
Without an ending
We took to Zoom
A new reality
We worked from home
Made bread and babies
Walked the dog
And noticed nature
Wild epiphany!
Long days turning into longer nights
The seasons came and went
But where did WE go
When only going nowhere was allowed
Maybe we saved some money
But we were spent
Drained by a great unknowing
So here we are at the end of the day
Waiting for the next cliché
Words in a revolving door
Could turn EVOLVE into LOVE
By Lindsay Rebbeck. Her winning poem in recent Wagtails competition on the theme “What’s in a year?”