Gathered Upon A Heath Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

We were walking around Firefly Festival in Dover, Delaware while “Janglin” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros played and everyone became children again – Danced – to the funny little tune of youth – Everyone walking past rocking their heads back and forth – refreshing – blank slate – gathered upon a heath – wondering when dawn will come of generations prior – the deceased – their haunting days longing for the fresh spirit to erode from the depths of what’s left of their absent souls - laying in the dark – wondering if they can change for the better