New Year

2020-2021

Begin Again

The tick of a clock

the ring of a bell

the gasp and sigh of a ventilator

the mask on a face

zooming with colleagues

family and friends

listening breathing uncertainty

violence disbelief and fear

366 days to spin and slow dance

our way

around the sun

only to arrive

at where we may begin again

The plunge of vaccinating needles

the need to be whole

new ways to love and work

together in

bearing such loss

taking responsibility

picking up the joyful burden

listening breathing creation

belief in helping healing learning

366 days to spin and slow dance

our way

around the sun

only to arrive

at where we may begin

again

by Judi Bachrach

6 thoughts on “New Year”

I love this poem, Judi. It captures so much of what this year was like for so many and still gives us your own personal “spin.” If you ever decide to self-publish a book of poetry, I would be glad to help you with the cover and putting it together. I’m still looking to donate a free cover to an book of poetry, and I would consider it an honor to help you. John

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John ,you are so kind. Thank you for the offer which I would gladly take you up on when/if I decide to self publish. I have just returned to Kendal after 2 weeks at my daughter’s house and I was lucky to be able to be with family and my 13 month old grandson as he gains new ways of understanding and engaging in his world every single day. I stay in my room for two weeks now in quarantine and look at it as a retreat except for the occasional committee meetings online. Time to turn inwards with the winter and see where I land. I receive my first Covid vaccination towards the end of the month. Wow. More good fortune to live in an Ohio retirement community that is designated as first to be attended to. xoJ

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