And then it stops. The dance ends as that love of your life evaporates into a spinning tuft of a cloud and exits at the speed of light. There is an end to the music. There is an end to the dance.
Even when the person we lose isn’t as intimately connected as the love of our life; we still engage in this ritual. And it can be wonderful, and intimate and beautiful. I have come to believe that there is a unique gift in being so intimately connected at such an existential moment and that it is a privilege to even have that moment. Yet it is not happy. We do not want to Dance. And so below is my prayer for 2017. It is not a new poem but as this year comes to an end it speaks loudly in my mind.
A New Year’s Eve.
We take a breath for the briefest of instants
before the ball falls.
Listening for any shift or change.
Praying orchestras are playing elsewhere or nowhere
and will for our entire New Year.
Before the ball falls.
© 2013 Samuel A Simon
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