Who knew
That a poem about an old man and his horse,
Written in May 2021,
Would open a door,
A door that led me here,
To this country, to this moment.

Then, four years later…

Who knew
That as the cycle turns again,
A new admin takes the reins,
And the world shifts so fast
Even the seasons forget their place,
Summer burns in winter’s wake,
And winter sometimes shivers under a sun too bold.

Who knew
That one day, I’d find myself
At a grocery store at 8:30 a.m.,
Chasing after eggs, chasing after time,
That one day, I’d stand at a crossroads,
Unsure where tomorrow will lead.

Then, another four years later…
Things will be different.
What will they be like?
Who knows, right?

• Initial: March 15, 2025