The past is stale bread
The future is no bread
The present is fresh bread
So as 2021 unfolds we will give the past its due but not its power
And we shall nod to the future but refrain from undue attention because it doesn’t exist
Instead – like children to an ice cream van – we return again and again to the present whether sad, serene, joyous, bleak or a wild-horse-throwing-me-sideways moment
We shall be here now in 2021
And we shall be quiet creators of good, for this is how change occurs, whether in others or ourselves
Quietly and kindly – and always one day at a time
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
