A year of doing nothing

People have experienced so many losses this year: Huge losses, including jobs, loved ones and lives, and things such as gatherings, hugs and routines. Some people appear to have weathered quarantines and shelter-in-place orders by learning new languages, training for marathons and purchasing puppies. But those of you who found yourselves looking for a reason to leave the comfort of your beds, whose greatest accomplishment was finishing a few good shows on Netflix (we are currently on Season 5 of Schitt’s Creek), have also achieved something important. However you have survived 2020, I hope this speaks to you.

Spirit lies fallow.

Dun-colored dust

Laid bare to wind and rain,


To be nothing.

Beneath the surface,

Cracks where roots once thrived.

Above, once-green leaves, flowers


Turned to brown.

One day soon,

Tiny, tender shoots will

Stretch tendrils through the dirt,


A new day.

Published by thelamppost2017

Writer, dancer, hiker, outdoorswoman, baker, gardener, traveler, knitter, shell collector, cheese enthusiast.

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