Just as I was starting to settle into this year,
A whirlwind comes,
And knocks me off balance,
For a creature of habit and routine,
Adjusting takes time.
And the longer you wait,
The more the stains become permanent.
Sometimes, visits to museums makes me feel:
People in what we know as the past
May not be so different from what we are
It is the same Earth spinning round and round.