It began on Main St. A small movement of people.
It was not a parade because they were not showboating. There was no band. There were no fancy cars. No baton twirlers. No marching clubs. No horses. No fire-breathers. There were no dancing costumes.
They were just people walking.
People engaging people. With real context. And real meaning.
They would greet strangers on the street. They would knock on the windows of stopped cars. They would wave at people in the office buildings sitting behind square desks. They would shake the hands of police officers and city workers. Everyone trying to get somewhere other than where they were.
And their
Once I thought life was about Fullness--
A happiness you could pat on your belly
Beside a warm fireplace
With good family
And slumbering dreams of tomorrow.
But it is not.
Life is about taking away.
When life tears itself out from under you,
You want to strip away all the things in life
That might cause you pain.
But it is never enough.
There is always something else.
You cannot tear enough away.
Life has pulled you into white water.
I would not tell you the heights of the waves
Or the fury of your storm.
I cannot tell you where to find sure-footing
That you might not be swept away again.
I do not know where the seas will carry you.
But I w