Twenty Eighteen

Twenty Eighteen

Soon to be ushered out

Old news now hazy in remembrance

Until I consult my calendar

Cataracts removed brought clarity

Bakersfield’s triumphant Women’s March

And later that spring, the potent Anita Hill

Learning, driving, charging Beverly,

My new Chevy Bolt all-electric car

Explored new landscapes

Bisbee and Old Santa Fe

Jazz concert, book festival,

New friends, long-time-no-see

And new-found cousins

Daughter’s ministerial ordination

Coos Bay summer in our community

living, teaching, creating

Reconnected in Seattle

On Anderson Island

In Corvallis

All was good until
my sister’s unexpected

Cancer diagnosis

But even that had a silver lining

Loved ones brought together

Bonds created and strengthened

Now thankfully she’s recovered

“I feel like my old self.”

We faced and embraced challenges

Expressed gratitude

Moved forward

And prevailed

Through 2018

Now ready

for whatever

2019 begets