The past is stale bread
The future is no bread
The present is fresh bread
So as 2020 unfolds we will give the past its due but not its power
And we shall nod to the future but refrain from undue attention
And return again and again to the present whether sad, serene or a wild-horse-throwing-me-sideways moment
We shall be here now
For only in this place is there life
The past being stale bread
The future, no bread
And the present, fresh bread
So here we are
