Night Meditation Poem by G. Silver

Meditative tonight, we hit the buttons with the comings and goings of our generation
And they hit us back – rightly so
The sad strange flip or fish slap to the face
Of our father’s father’s father’s well-laced boots
Our loving family portrait circa ninety-five
The one with the ruffled collars, pleated pants,
Aha you say... still so alive
They cry, they ache to us over the countless years
Restless they smile
They count the floor tiles and their sheep
They will not sleep a while

The fuzz came in fully blazing glory
Hot on the scene where the people milled about
Thinking people-thoughts, everyday curiosities
Partnered somewhat ironically with:
“Who is it this time? ”
The buzzing secret parts the sea –
You all knew it was me

The roar of the fire engines
Or the flashing lights of siren
Calm us down somewhat
By stating loudly “we-are-here! we-are-here! ”
We hear this bluntly
It doesn’t even upset me one bit
I am dull to the improperly balanced choices
Made by the outside world
I seem impervious to all
The humming promise fills the room
We all knew it was you

For a minute there I thought I would disturb the universe
But I did not
So things were exactly the same
As I remembered them:
Each face smiled
And rolled formally back to sleep.