After the Celebration

When the lights and music of the celebration begin to fade,

attendees start wandering off in small groups or alone.

Walking across the fairgrounds toward the coming rain,

no longer distracted from late bills and dark love undertones.

Empowered to take action for swift and effective change,

inspired ideas to support the noble cause refuse to arise.

Frustration begins to wrap its tentacles around my brain,

pushing me closer to a solution that leads to demise.

Lightning spreads through the gathering storm clouds.

The bus stop is packed with people both old and young.

Still exhilarated from the music that uplifted the crowd.

At home among strangers and starting to come undone.

When the lights and music of the celebration begin to fade,

attendees start wandering off in small groups or alone.

Walking across the fairgrounds toward the coming rain,

no longer distracted from late bills and dark love undertones.

Farewell to happiness that is clung to lest it never arrives again,

Eager for it to come once more, making life fruitful.

Alas, with gratitude for the celebration memories will remain,

to combat grief for the aired tragedies that get no approval.

Pacing the small patio behind the rented studio space,

while contemplating the meaning of existence and purpose.

In a civilization intent on destroying everything in a race.

Just a clown juggling fire in a crowded circus.