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.