After the Great Turning

I have a fantasy–

it seems half-real, half-mad

that after the Great Turning,

when we understand

the full magnitude of who we are–

the miracle that we exist

at all

and are aware of it–

when we are awake to this

and meet each other

the joy will give off

small bursts of light

and will dot the night like fireflies

with sparks of love,

each greeting a reunion

(I said this was half-mad)

and we will wonder how

for centuries we pursued

those other gods.