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.