Through translucent eyelids,
the light increases.
Wherever we are, this is so.
Time zones delineate regions
where the light has been, 
and where it is heading. 
As some stretch slowly in  
morning beds, dusky birds 
across the world sound 
soft evening songs.
Rambunctious, small boys 
outrun their mothers, 
somewhere in between. 

Plenitude is with us, 
in all this abundant life.
We can create an end
to the rampant, senseless
tragedy, to the desperation 
looming hard upon so many.
It is what we are here to do.