This Year, Thus Far

This year, thus far Has taken everything Of our masked and socially distanced selves To get used to this year, This year,thus far With fear always near And daily, something new To try and adapt to Tell me, what land is this? I ceased to recognise it months ago now This year, thus far And it will not slow down, Slacken its pace Nor cease, for even a little space To grant us a breath and a break (What happened to April, by the way? Did it happen at all? If so, where did it go? We'd like to know) This year, thus far, This calendar destroyer of this year, thus far This year I look forward To looking back on And bid it not a fond farewell And still, too many months to go This year, And too many lessons to take in, Strewn amongst The shards of the days, week and months Of this year, thus far As we try to keep A sense of humour and balance, So we won't be falling down Around the place This year, thus far (Oh, and if you happen to see April, do please give our regards and apologies for missing it altogether)