01 June 2025
I write my dates differently
it’s a more European style
I started in 2020
that year changed a lot.
06/01/20
Could easily be altered to 06/01/2025
and yet
the author of this poem
was not so easily altered
in that semi-decade
twenty-five to thirty years of age.
I moved states and back.
Grew a love and built a family
filled so many holes in myself
picked up the ropes I let slack.
Addressed my mental health
married the woman of my dreams.
Owned two houses
buried two men of my mother’s kin
deconstructed what I once
held as close and as true
as breath itself.
It was a split decision-
the change in format
of writing a date
something I do every workday
I thought it looked more professional
more appealing.
Maybe it was the decision
made for pragmatism and aesthetics
that set me down the path
to be who I am today.
What set each butterfly wingbeat into motion,
crossed the threads of fate,
and strew my life across the constellations?
Had I not changed the way
I write the date
would I be the same me?
Who could say?
It’s too late.
The change has already been made.
3 thoughts on "01 June 2025"
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Seems a lovely change. And a lovely poem–I especially enjoyed the question, “What set each butterfly . . .”
This is a neat concept well delivered. Neat poem ! I too love the butterfly reference.
Thoughtful and thought-provoking. Very nicely done!
“The change has already been made.” Great last line!
(I also deviate from standard American date writing: 1jun25. Vive la difference!)