Lights in different places

Lights in different places on this gloomy day

Sounds of drills and music when I am in a place of quiet.

Or quiet that feels like emptiness when I am needing life

Darkness when I am needing light

Out of sync, out of rhyme, lacking space, lacking time.

I sing a song of lament

With thoughts of regret

Exploding to vent

And yet

And yet.

Here you are. Always light, always life.

Right on time.