Constellating a Society
We are like the constellations mapped out in the night
sky.
We dance blissfully with each other, illuminating
the perpetual darkness that surrounded the earth.
But not all nights are clear like this.
Some nights, the beauty of our light disappears behind
the clouds.
Some nights, our dances are substituted to the gentle
melodies of the rain, the great orchestra of the thunder,
and the delicate dances of lightning.
But sometimes, those nights of where the clouds
-devour the light brought into this world,
those are the nights that last the longest.
We forget what the stars look like,
if the moon’s name was Wading,
or if it was Crescent.
We forget what beauty looked like.
Those nights where we are blindfolded by the clouds,
forgetting that the world can be filled with brightness,
forgetting that the world isn’t so scary.
Our society lives through those cloudy nights.
Cold and dark and scary.
When it rains, the beautiful melodies that we once heard
tapping against the window pane,
becomes the deafening ring of a gunshot.
The different tones of thunder that once constellated a
beautiful symphony,
suddenly became the horrifying screams of mothers,
children, men, pleading for help.
Lightning that once moved as if it were a calm wave, crashing
gently against the sand, became something
hostile. It was ready to destroy everything in its path.
No matter how much we wanted to try to brighten that
dark canvas, we couldn’t.
Our light dimmed and our dances became dull.
No matter how much we wanted the moon to show her
imperfected beauty, she couldn’t.
It was nights like these -- long and miserable and dark--
where we all gave up on ourselves.
We gave up on hope.
But it is also nights like this that I’ve become content with
the most.
The nights where rain hits my window violently,
the wind angrily shoving the branches of the trees sounding
like wolves howling in pain.
The nights where lightning dances aggressively, trying to prove
Some
Kind
Of
Point.
The nights where thunder sounds like a stomach gurgling:
These are the nights I live for.
It gives me a sense of knowing that though
we gave up on hope,
we will continue to constellate a society.