All night a dull rumbling has surrounded me
Flashes of light above, constant, persistent,
arousing, entrancing, commanding attention.
As fireworks or bombs have shone their light before,
the storm persists.
My stomach growls along with the sky.
I hunger but I cannot eat.
I thirst but cannot drink.
An overwhelming sense of loss takes over.
Is this some cosmic tribute?
Some remembrance for all.
Today I pray for those who have sacrificed for my freedom.
