Punam is hosting Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ she asks us to look back one last time at 2025 ~ write about ways the year impacted us.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes ~~
I measured them in anger sharp enough to taste
politics pounding at the door of my chest
demanding I choose a side
In despair so vast it crossed oceans
Ukraine's broken mornings
mothers counting children instead of years
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes ~~
I measured them in the quick lift of joy
of laughter surprising me midair
in the warmth of hands I trust
In minutes measured with pride
the quiet kind, helping others
without needing applause
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes ~~