#weeknotes 2020/53 [well 52.4 to be exact] (Optimism always waits)
It might only be just Thursday,
but I’m now ready to suspend
2020’s reign of dismay
before one more static weekend.
And while we might have to stifle
parties, a new year delightful
is possible if we squint hard;
ignore the cant from above –
we should all be more Oblomov
if we can. Try not to panic:
yes, we all wish for a clean slate
but optimism always waits.
Belief in it is galvanic.
2021, come of age,
it’s time for you to take the stage.