lazily, its passengers
taking the time to take in the hot night air
and the family they shared it with.
Airborne bursts of colors
fell like raindrops,
cascading from the inky sky
towards the mirrored image on the lake’s surface.
For the first time in her life,
she saw her future
r i p p l e o u t w a r d s
from the glass reflection of the water.
She was always one to worry about time:
how and when and where it would be spent.
She had existed solely in the present tense –
Bubbling beautifully from the depths below her, she saw
her roommate getting married at a country club,
posh and crisp and white,
her sister having a child, the kid
scraping knees on the short concrete driveway in her hometown,
her best friend helping her move into the city,
big and terrifying and lonely, but whispering hopeful promises.
The rest of her life encircled her
for the briefest of moments,
and what struck her was the fact
that she had so much of it left to live.
All that worrying she was so accustomed to
drowned and sunk to the murky bottom of the lake,
under a multicolored sky
she knew she’d gaze at
many times again.