It's true I did not know a year ago
That now would happen just the way it has.
The world is upside down and I am old,
Not wishing anything be as it was.
It's true I did not know a year before
That I would feel, would think the way I do.
The world has taken me down weary paths
Which every time must lead me nearer you.
It's true: I did not know nor could forsee
Your hand in mine, so firmly leading on.
The world fades and grows bolder, back and forth,
As I, with shaky steps, embrace the dawn.
And I will follow, if you show me how,
The dust of changing worlds a year from now.
postscript
A simple thought stretched into the 14 lines of a sonnet. Still, I think it's very apt, even if somewhat vague.