There is singing
in the abbey
the cathedral
the great hall
in the castle
even though
the queen is unable
to attend
and
more voices
in the street
in many languages
converging
a chorus of sound
less confusing
than I
would have thought
to ear and heart
but when
I close my eyes
they
snap open again
before
I can sink
into
a deep sleep
standing up
still as a tree
when there is
no breeze
I
nonetheless
seem to be
moving
not
toward anything
for
I have arrived
at the familiar
and
strange place
I recognize as
my destination
with friends
and loved ones
who feel
much
as I do.
