2020,
a year we call "history."
Pre-January,
we wrote ourselves a century.
So selfishly,
with predictability.
Gave expectations,
to “new you’s” and “old me’s.”
Transforming who we are,
indefinitely.
Stepping into another calendar year,
in fashions of celebrations so trendy.
Tragically before February,
we lost Kobe and with him was
GiGi.
Then we continued pushing,
for the next month so furiously.
One that illustrates,
Cupid, roses and candies.
Only to be hit without warning,
with a demic that goes down in infamy.
March called on our sisters and brothers,
to fight over borders.
Then our leaders demanded,
stay-at-home shelter.
Our sky cleansed itself,
with immersive April showers.
Because it could finally breathe,
without choking on fossil fuel power.
Yet staying inside,
both saved and took lives.
31 days of May,
and 5 months have gone away.
So what will we do,
in 2020 of June?
Will the “new normal” make room,
for our village to gather again soon?
Will we stop seeing time,
as the only chance to change our minds?
And live with a sense of humanity,
like it’s our only form of vanity.