I took some end-of-year time away from the computer and let Lucille Clifton carry us out of 2021 and into 2022. It seems every conversation that I have about this new year is tinged with sadness and loss—illnesses, relinquished plans, the weariness of heading into the third year of pandemic. And yet we yearn for newness, for awe. This dual pull made me think of a favorite poem by the Polish poet Czeslaw Milosz. May we find the wonder in this year ahead, looking back, looking ahead.
“O my love, where are they, where are they going”
