I didn’t want to post tonight. Not after what the world has been through today.
No, I’d rather that everyone find their closest loved one and tell them that they love them. Get off the Internet and be with their family. Today is not a day to be alone.
But I figured that maybe you’re up late at night and on the Internet for the same reason that I am: you’re seeking solace and comfort from other people, because you really can’t be alone when you’re on the Internet. And if that’s the case, then I’d like to do what I can to help.
Which in my case, as a writer, is adding some words to the world. Tonight, it’s a poem:
In the clear air
Bathing the full moon,
An owl called out
With enough force to send it
On the branch.
Cars passed its silhouette, invisible.
Still a question
In its very call, in its very existence
That has been asked for centuries.
The owl got its answer.
But it was quieter then.
Now the owl only calls,
Begging to be heard over the roar
But it does not wait
To be heard. It blends
Its sound with those of nature.
As always has been done; as it never had been done before.
Now. Go find someone and give them a hug. Tell them they are not alone.