2020 (in a poem)

This past year was mud

mud-

But not quick sand.

It was dirty and heavy and easy to get stuck in. 

But as the saying goes

No mud

No lotus.

2020 was uncomfortable

But not unbearable

It had its gems 

Among its germs-

Its beauty

amidst its disaster

Hidden connections 

Pairings of bodies and souls

Within a blanket of distance and isolation,

2020 was mud.

Swaddling the seed

that will soon see the blossom

of a brave new

lotus.