Return
To be back on the river
To be back in the concert hall
Among the trees
Among the lights
I have never needed to run
or to be in a library
this badly in my entire life
And with the time apart
The currents will seem softer
The information more valuable
The rehearsals more sacred
I will remember this
forever
taking nothing for granted ever again
and knowing
that nothing will ever
(or should ever)
be the same ever again.
Will we remember and grow and change into something better? Ah, the promise of that– I hope I last to see it.