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What Matters the Most

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This is what matters the most.

A sky as dark as ink, thick and deep and consuming.
But somehow there are lights, somehow the darkness defies itself.
Somehow the glow comes through,
in magnificent flashes.
More beautiful than words can describe.

This is what matters the most.

And the night is clear and crisp.
And it should smell like barbeques and dust,
because it always has before.
But somehow, now, it smells stronger than that.
Like mosquito repellant and gun powder.

This is what matters the most.

And you're just one person,
Just a single flickering soul.
But as you look up at the stars,
at the glow and the flash and the boom.
You know that millions, billions, a blinding crowd of souls,
are looking right up at the exact same sky.

This is what matters the most.

The shadows don't care what you are,
why you're there,
who you become when the morning burns through.
All that's important is that you're there now,
and the night knows it.
Respects it.

This is what matters the most.

And the grass is cool and dry,
and the breeze is warm.
And tendrils of smoke drift through the shadows,
seep through your body,
and manifest into something deeper.
A physical feeling of wholeness.

This is what matters the most.


Tomorrow will be here in time.
The smoke will dissolve, and the light will come through,
and the air will be made of dust and flowers and warmth again.
It will be gone,
all of it.
But that's not important.
Because if you grasp it,
take this world, here and now,
in your fist and hold it tight.
Then this moment is all that you'll ever need.
To heal your cuts,
to tend your bruises,
to smooth away the hurt and fatigue.
This is it.


And this...this is what matters the most.
I wrote this with the Fourth of July in mind, and wanted to express just why that night means so much to me, and why I think of in intervals all year long.

It isn't for the patriotism, or the pretty lights.
It's really just all about a night that has never changed for me, that I've known and experience for as long as I can remember, and no matter how hard the year has been, I will always find comfort in that summer night, and the smell of fireworks, and the innexplicable ability to smile and be unashamed.


Without need to explain, the Fourth of July is probably the most important night of the year to me, though I speak of it rarely.
© 2007 - 2024 MyrHansen
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kallikrates's avatar
Ya, fireworks are awesome too bad that took away our fireworkds display several years ago. Complete and utter stupidity.