10 Every person counts aloud. 9 Joyous laughter and continuous cheering 8 A thought of darkness creeps among the collective consciousness the crowd's heart pauses 7 The Boston Marathon creeps to mind, as do other grand gatherings 6 The cheering grows louder 5 Children giggle while adults clink sparkling glasses 4 Breath is held as the ball makes its final descent 3 This could be one of those moments where everyone remembers where they were 2 Everyone screams, joy shining on their teeth and fear creeping behind their eyes 1 Only laughter this time, only midnight kisses and new found hope. Only love despite the public gathering and two hundred million viewers and the potential for destruction. Only love because when the dust settles, when the final glass is emptied, when only streamers line the streets, love is the only thing that will remain.
I conceptualized this poem new years eve and wrote it a week ago, then wrestled with whether or not to publish it. Well, here it is.