The crisp new beginning I had hoped for at the end of 2018 started well. 2019 went to plan giving me anew job with fresh challenges. The crisp new beginning I had and hoped would grow fell to pieces in 2020’s pandemic. My new colleagues helping my creative juices to flow until this beast called COVID-19 squished my hope therein.
Mid 2020 being ejected into the wilderness of my 8th redundancy. Followed by dinner at a distance with old friends. Catching up with those moving on, wishing them luck I do. Moving backwards to fill the void they leave behind.
This my first piece of 2021 holds the hope for another crisp new beginning. To the old friends and colleagues, I re-joined. After two years in the wilderness, I started anew with old friends bringing new ideas to the old ways. When all is well again and the vaccine has won. These old friends will join me in my new adventure of taking my poetry to the open mics of 2021 and beyond.