NovPoWriMo 7

The sound you are feeling
As the air crackles
With the understanding
Of possibilities again

Is the tangible silence
After four vaporous years
Not being able
To sit still and think

Of something besides
The bleakness of how
In the world we would ever
Get out of this mess

Now we know it is up to us
To trust that the energy
That keeps us awake
Is not the doom scrolling of time

But the sudden realization
We have so much to do
And hope is whispering
It is time for the work to begin