Move On

Lights are all up and vision is clear.

Smooth sailing all the way from here.

But the spot I see

out there in the path;

My take is we’ll be cutting a swath.

Then move on.

Unknown to us and all others around

are flickers where no one heard a sound.

We seemed busy-busy

and ignoring the pound.

The lights seemed to dim

But we would move on.

People seen running into walls;

into buildings and halls.

Scared to speak on what their minds’ think.

Hush overall and don’t even blink.

The darkness if for a reason

Now to move on.

Little bits at a time

there was less of that shine.

That place we called home

was being darkened away.

Do you dare shine a light?

Or just move on?

Someone had their fill and

moved to the hills where a match

was scratched and they reached out the ship

to show light on the hill could be lit.

The crowd, all cold and deranged; looked.

The light blew but then they moved on.