The year that for me was entirely you—anticipation, birth, flicker of sisterhood, death—for others was the year the Berlin Wall came down. It was the year of the Exon Valdez & Batman on the big screen. The year Ronald Regan said farewell, Moscow built its first McDonald’s, & the bereaved stormed the Ayatollah’s funeral, trying to touch him. The year Taylor Swift & 130 million other babies were born under the sign of the snake. The year of plane crashes, cold fusion, historic elections, & gay photography exhibitions. The year of the Stockton school shooting, in a decade we remember as not having such things. The year of Tiananmen Square, the Singing Rebellion, & the first black American governor. The year the world mourned Salvador Dali, Lucille Ball, Samuel Beckett, & didn’t mourn Ted Bundy. The beginning of the end of apartheid. Iran put a fatwa on Salman Rushdie, Iceland legalized beer, & the Dalai Lama won the Nobel Peace Prize. The year of reckonings & searches. I was searching too, learning concepts like boarder & impermanence. Opening a child’s lens to the ignited world.
About the writer:
Jessica Beyer is a writer and educator from Baltimore. Her poems have appeared in Muse/A, The Adroit Journal, decomP, Exposition Review, and elsewhere. Beyer has an MFA from NYU and a BA from Emory.
Image: An alternative version of “Be That As It May” by Raymond Parry.