I was waiting for a meeting to start where a famous religious speaker would be giving a sermon to my Christian college student body. It happens often here, but this time the guest speaker was particularly renown. I noticed the usual attendance had quadrupled, unsurprisingly. Anyway, I was early so these were my thoughts that I scribbled in a notebook while I waited in my seat for the meeting time to arrive.
“Not so huddled” masses jockey for position in the throng.
Calling for their companies from crowds divided by crowds.
Running like a snowmelt in the grip of an early summer, rushing towards what destinations they themselves have pre-determined to be best for them. Will they make it? Can they stretch that far?
Volume and momentums rise and fall like the tide observed in fast-forward.
Settling now like nestlings suddenly overcome by sleep’s listless call, the frenzy calms on the surface. Only their eyes give it away.
Is it happening? Is it soon? Is it now?
They know the schedule hasn’t changed but voice the questions to please themselves, reaching for reassurances.
Still they are blind to the hypocrisy that rules all of this, if consistency is as important as they say.
Am I one of them? I came now in the heat of summer, yes, but I was already on my way in spring, long before I knew July was on the horizon. I guess I missed the warmth.
Does that make me lucky then? Would that I could attend a secret hidden summer, alone from prying eyes and flapping tongues in simple skulls.
Would that I could enjoy the solitude as well as the sun. But warmth attracts life, and I am a part of that life too. To deny the rest their chance would be to deny in part my own kind.
After all, are we not all creatures just trying to find a little warmth to enjoy? Who am I to deny others what they have found just as I have found it and for the same reasons?
The sun is never dimmed because a more than one seeks to thrive beneath it. Indeed a room grows warmer when more bodies share it.