Reasons to live
Just stop.
Just look out the window and dream.
Red berries clumped, vivacious and vital
Bare branches holding delicate stenciled leaves,
like flowers
The old woman walks by
The dog runs,
little legs propelling, picking up speed;
dainty velocity.
The rainbow we could see the end of,
thick syrupy colour
streaming into the green of trees
the fireworks that were a surprise,
the pop-crackle-bang of them
that excited me to move as quick as I could;
shuffling and ill and slow and feeling ancient,
but with a child’s enthusiasm swiping the curtains aside
to our own private display.
Despite our fear, our pain, our worry, our trials,
our black moods and hopelessness,
those huge, so-close sparkles and fizzes
and sizzles and sighs of falling stars
drew soft cries of amazement
and exclamations of awe.
we saw these things
we will see more
the changing sky, the spattering rain,
(hopefully) the blizzarding white of snow,
the twinkling lights in the distance,
the winking silver stars
and we will know we can -
just stop
just look out the window and dream.
