We cancel our company event
It means – canceled flights, lost deposits
Broken hearts, we wish we could see each other
But, you know, pandemic
We run into the top of the bell curve at the wrong moment
And plans for long zoom meetings again
It will be okay
We do this and I write my annual toast
– a poem – that I’ll read tomorrow
It’s bittersweet, tinged with relief
Yes, I want to be in the world again
But I don’t want to pretend the world isn’t what it is
Tomorrow, the last day of the year
And I am at a loss for reflections
I think back on the year and so much of it is a blur
These past two years, months smashed together
Until I really look, and I see the minutes, the moments
I lead a workshop on how to pick a word for the year
I waver, I think I have it, I’m not sure
I’ve never left it so late before
It’s bubbling, patience
With Love,
Natalie