What does one say on a day like this? On a day when nothing else seems amiss.
The puffs of white still pour out of cars as people drive off to work.
The chickadees still sing their dee-dee-dee from the trees.
My cats still lounge by the heater, leisurely giving themselves baths.
The sun has risen and set,
And we’re all still here.
And yet there’s a shift,
Everything is the same and yet it isn’t.
Everyone is the same, even though we’ll never be the same again.
And I can’t find the words we all need to hear.