How can I feel
(within such a minor moment)
That somehow the lights within me
Were shut off
And the music turned down?
We go at such loud paces
Stomping about madly
And singing with our heads thrown back
That when there is a space of quiet
We simply don’t know what to do
Or even how to breathe.
I can only think that I am homesick
And that my life isn’t lining up as I mapped
And that I must make dinner, but what?
I feel that somehow I must take my soul
And shine it like I need to shine my silverware
Polish it back to perfection
So it gleams in the lamplight.
And once again, I will pop like champagne.