So much easier is the quiet,

the peace of reflection without

an internal buzz of prophecy,

the constant of the mind.

 

I woke today to realize my prom

decades beyond this my reality,

yet tonight, students who walk,

they talk, they all believe the same.

 

We are not that far apart from ourselves

when reflection allows our lives

to know the same, to believe

Janis with ‘At Seventeen’ prophetic.

 

Tonight, celebrations do occur,

perhaps rites of passage that frighten

the moms and dads and older

siblings, having known before.

 

Yet tonight there is also the human

condition, remains home, perhaps

isolated, lonely wondering,

listening to sad songs.

 

Whichever choice, option,

desire or passion,

whomever responds to this

our quiet, our silent voice.

 

We might wish for love

to embrace every aspect of

child and friend and adult

and companion … human.