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.