As people remember world shaking events, and ask each other “where were you at the time?”
so they are saying, one to another,
“what was it like for you?”
in the dawning of this, the Jubilee

But no one has loudspeakers, gathering crowds
for orations and punditry here  – instead
it is like the quiet chime
of a tuning fork, and all the strings,
(one within each of us)
clear in their closeness, majestic
in their joining,
vibrate their accord
and the following harmonies,
on and on, the diapason
ringing into the stillness
of bright fresh morning.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2023