obscurity

Nearly twelve months ago you and I spent-

Days of blood-soaked healing together.

A friendly blitzkrieg came and went;

The after-storm we somehow weathered.

Obscure survivors, tossed about –

Gifted, struggling, with, without.

And here I raise my glass (no doubt-

We do together, laugh and shout)

Today we celebrate a victory, clear!

We have survived and thrived, my dear –

This last appalling, blessed year.