Description: Going over some old poem scraps and polishing them up. So here we have a somewhat belated reflection on my real-life New Year’s Eve. However, I think this musing could be applied to nearly any moment, any time you looked around and marveled, whether that moment was happy or bizarre, and said “How did I end up here?”
A new year begun with
old friends, long histories
acquaintanced and long distanced but
brought together, connected, and
happenstance and serendipity
begging the question
How did we get here?
And will we be here next year?