Scarry Night

There are so many lives,
so many stories,
of those who love,
those who laugh. 
There are so many people who
decide to do good 
and become known. 
So many people who have 
voices,
songs

During the most wondrous of days,
when the sun shines 
its brightest,
I will dance.
I will dance,
I will sing,
I will write and play,
while the flowers
in the meadow
sing so sweetly. 

Yesterday,
I wandered the halls of my home,
waiting for something to happen.
Anything,
really,
anything at all,
but the time never came.
I waited restless moments,
restless hours, 
until a thought came to mind.

I sat on the couch,
my sisters,
my cousins,
all by my side,
and we laughed,
many years ago.
I was small,
a baby,
then an infant,
playing in the sun,
rolling in mud,
many years ago.

The sky had darkened,
stars had sprinkled the blue,
the black,
and we all had been awaiting this moment.
This fine,
spectacular,
magnificent moment,
that lit up our days,
our nights.
On that
December 31st of 2020,

A few days ago,
I sat at a stoplight
in a car,
my elbow propped up against the passenger door.
And
as I stared at the 
pearly white cotton balls
floating in the sky,
a group of birds
flew right by,
almost as if