am i alone, when walking about in these now diurnal days,
with the feeling that all around me seems to be a dusting of
a nebulous cloud where nothing is clear, whether by sight
or by sound, all is darkened by casted shadows of uncaring
souls and the hurtful vitriol harkening from their voices
where once there were sparks of joy, inspiration, and hope
evincing from shadows cast on shady days and neighbor ladies
were outside on lawns sharing turnips for tomatoes, potatoes
for lettuce, whilst their children played together and
fathers
shared a beer as the waft from the kitchen stoves pervade
dusk would arrive quietly and the lights from abodes would
ornament the streets as the moon would begin to light the
sky coming from the reflection of the sun dawning its restful
sleep onto the crimson horizon and one could see little
twinkles
of flickering stars coming out to play in the noir of night
this delight of calm and peace, a setting where the days’
work
was arduous but then the evenings’ rest comes as mom and
dads sat next to each other on sofas and the children now
with
eyes closed lay their heads on pillows in bed with bellies
sated,
and tranquility sets in, steals from the busy of the day
