layers and layers
of warmth
just waiting to wrap me up.

the neighbors are pointing up to god,
awaiting his approval.
they look frazzled.

i can see right through them,
every secret, every story, every lie.

there’s an unspoken truth amongst this neighborhood,
the dreariness is overwhelming.

i want to learn more.
they’re asking me to reach out, dig deeper.

down the street
i’m running
running
running
to find the wailing baby.

only it’s not the baby wailing,
for the baby has fallen.

i can feel the tension, it’s pinching my skin.
the silence goes quiet.

friends and family gather round
spreading the love
like confetti.

suddenly we’re drenched. oh! what a joy.

everyone is weeping,
even the sky.