The Future, Unknown

Silence filled the air

save for the

drip

drop

drip

drop.

The night —

still as a photograph.

We sat under the stars

not knowing

that the skies would rage

for months to come.

While the storms raged on,

the sun still rose,

the earth still predictably

turning about its axis,

sunrise, sunset,

day in, day out.

That’s what brought us here,

six months later,

blooming in adversity.

***

Lucy (The Egg Girl) acknowledges that it still feels premature to be this hopeful. We as humanity still have so much to learn and change and grow from. But this is a check-point. A reminder: that repeated decisions, day in, day out, is what got us here. To think about what decisions we’re making for the future. Intentionally. She also writes weird poetry, food poetry and tiny poetry.

This piece was first published here.