A Moment of Calm
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
There is no single word in the English dictionary that could describe the way the stars sparkled that night, or the way the sky kissed the waves on the horizon;
I cannot explain to you what I felt as I watched the people who mean the most to me play volleyball in the kitchen with a makeshift net of birthday streamers and well wishes.
We can never recreate the way we sounded as we sang our favorite songs in our swimsuits, strummed along with green fingers while simultaneously shedding our inhibitions.
I believe that that is the most beautiful part of it all;
the fact that no outsider could ever make their way into that yellow hotel room, even if they tried;
that for a brief moment in eternity, we belonged only to one another;
for just a second, there was no wrong answer, no expectation to be met, no possibility of failure.
And though it may be true that the sand on our skin will wash away as we drive back into the city,
that we will grow out of our sopping wet clothes, and that we will make new mistakes and celebrate new victories...
we will always have this memories.
That is something the world cannot take away from us.
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