If the year has taught me one thing, it is
make no plans. For, truthfully, what am I?
Just a human looking to satisfy
norms from an old world during this crisis.
Before, I wouldn’t give a second thought
to gathering with a group of my friends.
Now, I see this through a different lens
and avoid possible viral hotspots.
A handshake, a hug, contact with a stranger—
my instinct is now to be suspicious
of these customs that are inauspicious,
loaded with a likelihood of danger.
Before, I would travel without a care
my passport granted me worldwide entry.
Now, I am confined to a lone country
and yearn for travel to cities elsewhere.
A meal, a drink, flirting with a stranger—
pastime pursuits when I would venture
to different countries seeking adventure
in my former status of world traveler.
Before, there seemed to be a slight notion
of consensus; you could trust expertise.
Now, everyone has earned /reddit degrees
and traffics in wild misinformation.
A post results in bouts with a stranger
since facts are not obtained from a shared source;
thus, there is no hope of civil discourse
about perils that pose a shared danger.
If I have learned anything from this year,
it is make no plans, for I was mostly
habits and hopes that do not remotely,
in this new epoch, help me persevere.