All at once, we stopped what we were doing and turned our faces to the sky. On the appointed day, at the appointed hour, we raised our faces to the sun and our malediction rained down on us.I thought about you and shrugged, knowing that nothing could change what was happening. And I thought of the hearts, so close to my own, and I wished them a silent wish, and dreamt one final thought.
When I was four, I stood boldly beckoning to my sister, to hurry up and take the picture. I was self-conscious, even then. The lens pinned me to the grass and I squirmed under its scrutiny. I resisted the impulse to knock it out of her hands and surrendered to the moment. I just wished it all away.
The sorrow that permeates the essence of this place is manmade. It’s our final flaw and it’s our dearest resource, coming at a cost unimaginable.
We stood there, our faces pointed skyward, knowing that the end was just a new beginning. On the appointed day, at the appointed hour, our benediction rained down on us.
