The
burst of sparks
high in the night sky
booming against the
clock chimes and church bells
call out “midnight”
to the warmth
and humidity of the
southern summer’s
New Year’s eve.
When the fireworks finish falling,
and the clock’s chime checks out twelve,
and the church bells clanging fade away,
all that is left is the
frightening silence of the
black sky
the pinpoint stars
and a heart beat.
The aftermath of midnight
is the glistening teeth
and red tongue just before
the swallow down the
slippery throat to despair.
The black hole stretches to
engulf and squelch
the last rays of Peace
Love,
Hope,
Dreams.
Then it is there and in a wink,
it is gone.
A firefly’s light
remnant of the sun
blinks against the emptiness
and shifts the focus from:
dark sky to a billion stars
dungeon hole to eternal freedom
stagnated selfishness to dancing
harmony
loneliness to synchronized solitude
helplessness to hopefulness.
In an instant the lens rotates
perspectives sharpen.
A tiny turn
to choose tonight to see the
darkness of the sky
or the light of the stars.
Elena Huegel, January 1st , 2001
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