An Ode to Us 5/30/2010

Here we are,

Looking up at the clear blue sky

Trying to remember

A delicious, rainbowed cloud

That we dreamed about.

Now the sun is shining, but

Then, we were in darkness, and

There was moisture in the air

A charge of electricity

Passionate lightning, shuddering thunder.

And we were carried away by the spectacle of it.

Now, in this bright sunlight,

It feels like it may have been a dream.

Like it was imagination;

Or it’s a distant memory

Long past, from a previous lifetime.

Even then, it was only true at night.

Here, there is nothing quite

As sublime as that.  Look around!

Sun is shining, birds are singing,

It’s good.  It’s not missing anything.

But we are.  We’re missing something.

The thing we long for is indefinable.

It can’t be manufactured,

For it wasn’t solely our creation.

The passion, the pleasure, the fun,

Didn’t seem fleeting at the time.

It didn’t feel like so much

Nebulous cloud sweeping over us.

It felt substantial, a construct

able to support us.

But the illusion of solidity

Floated away from us,

Like a thunderstorm

rolling over the plains.

So, here we are, in the sun.

Life is moving, and we move with it;

We must.  But in our hearts,

We yearn toward the past,

As the future is unknowable.

It’s perplexing:  to yearn for a past

That feels strangely as if

It never existed.