it’s mockingly banal
how neatly the bitter past
blends into this year’s april
leaving no traces.

what is left?
what’s to come?
whatever else there could be,
whoever else still has a voice.

one of my very first.  originally it was written as an aside, a sort of lyrical diary entry. it’s been exactly 9 years since I wrote this one – April 9th, 2016 – and it struck me as relevant again in the light of current events (numerous global crises, political, economic etc). so I saw it fitting that it should also become the first post here. why not?