Outside my window
are sounds of what?
Endless marches to nowhere,
the unkempt captives of virulence.
All caged in while
the world reclaims its divine heritage
sighing relief and
laughing
last.

I am watching the passage of time
questioning everything up until now.
It all felt so serious
I smile at how naive.

I've gotten better if it helps you sleep at night
but you can stay where you are,
I let you down in a moment once
wrote the story and here we are.
I'll forgive the author on your behalf.

What matters at the end anyway?

Oh the hopeful currency of morning,
oh the evenings inside my mind,
such a blessed,
blessed time to be
alive.