Crowds everywhere, nicam languages, money clothes, unending dining, new year merchandise, friends, family, business associates…
But all is very quiet.
Within my heart.
I heard my heart song.
The body chaperoning the mind, well, almost always.
(Oh, how sweet.)
But first my face grew tender, a smile unfolding like tendrils.
I felt the fire.
Warming my blood on a 6C night.
The wind joining in the carousing of the festivities, yet
I was awed, intoxicated by the fire of my heart.
It is all very quiet.
I became the fish
That did not get wet.
And slithered into oblivion.