2021 Reflection
A poem about our catch up year
Initially I wrote this poem for a contest, but since the submission date has passed and 2021 soon will too, I decided to post this here. I hope you enjoy.
What a wierd year was this, 2021
The vaccine race (long finished)
was by Pfizer won.
Yet despite our efforts,
the pandemic's STILL not done.
How strange will be the histories of January 6th
when friends and foes forget
the current political width?
Who on earth is Q?
Will we ever know?
When will my friends regain their sense
of what is fact or show?
Why is disinformation
so remarkably prevalent
that by the time time the fact check's done,
the work is now irrelevant?
Where in space are zillionaires
floating just for fun?
On who's backs were those zillions paid, oh 2021?
What work, with labor shortages,
could not this year be done?
How do we combat that mess
and still leave time for sun?
When will works of the year before
Cease it's rippling echoing.
Are we stuck forevermore
in 2020's shadow menacing?
Or did 2021 bring something new:
a glimpse of hope, a glimmering view,
of what mayhap may lay beyond
2022
About the Creator
Lucy Alice Dickens
Lucy Alice was born and raised in western Washington state. She spent much of her formative years exploring the Olympic Rainforest with her family. She is an Army Veteran who writes poetry, essays, and fictional stories long and short.
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