1stFeb. × ’19

So much always happens
all at once
an ambulance roars past
a child skips down seventh street
sirens blast

These things are unrelated
except for

In each breath
so much
we should see
but for where there is full
there is empty

Everyday could be the beginning
if you let yourself look
at it that way though

We could become
the echo chamber of forthcoming sound
not just sound itself
Remember joy on the face of another
and help it recur

Feel the joy of time lost track
late night walking in the dew
even if there is only cement
no fields to lay in
Even if the timeline is not
as you expected

There is and was tonight
and addition is not the only solution

Instead there is
There is

and when we look back
a line will somehow have formed

In other words
it will have been worth while
because we were present

Here, here
be a blessing

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