Springing into this world from comfortable darkness,
To watch reality television on a new laptop.
One day the pitter-patter of rain on a tin roof
Is the white noise of the TV.
The stars through your first telescope are now
Mere dots in an unchanging, unmoving sky.
The things that are unseen and unsaid
Are there through it all, urging you.
They beckon with soft whispers
the sound of windchimes on the front porch
Or the soft creak of the front door
On a lazy day at home.
And then something mundane strikes you—
Something always silently present–
Perhaps a newspaper lying on the driveway
words faded into the gravel
Or the sound of your neighbor
washing dishes early in the morning.
Perhaps a scent that recalls
the dust of a past road trip.
You always expected such a feeling
To come with money, success or fame.
And yet perhaps the view you had
Was always a bit askew.
The things you once deemed insignificant,
Brushed off as minor irritations
As mere background noise
In the grand scheme of life
Appear now in a time of darkness
A time of longing for direction
They begin to sooth and inform,
Coloring your life most brightly.
What you dismissed before
Become gently present with age.
You come back to yourself
Even as your youth begins to fade.
Your eyes wide, senses alert, heart full
You take time to return,
To the places you once were joyful
To what you thought was gone.
You tread gently down your path
Not fearful, but open,
To a park you used to know
Where an elderly couple sits holding hands.
Edited by: Zach Iezzi