The horror at the heart of it all gives way
To a little pleasant sighing at the margins.
The storm has a certain, authoritarian
Charm viewed from a distance.
Big doings. How exciting. If the world
Gives way, will our ways rearrange
Themselves in some way favorable
To our way out of this dull evening?
We watch and wait and catch our breaths,
Torn by the hope against hope, the hope
That we couldn't have dreamed a way
Out of this as glorious as what
Broke all the piled-up anticipation
Of the ways this day would break for us.