Scarry Night

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

Many times,
I have taken a look 
out of my living room window. 
Just a simple glance.
And what I keep seeing,
keep watching,
is the snow.
The white spots of
winter,
of cold,
that dot the sky.

A few weeks ago,
I stared at a book,
simply the cover of it,
no writing,
no words,
no stories. 
And
I thought to myself,
do I really want to read this?
I told myself that this book 
was known to be amazing,