The Christmas Golf Cart Parade

The Christmas Golf Cart Parade The Christmas golf cart parade lifted me up today. Maybe because Spanish Springs is the oldest square, And so many yesterday’s find a way into everything, Or maybe the beauty of the chill, late November day, With crystal clear slanted sunlight, and slate blue sky. Or maybe a parade just has ways of tugging our hearts. But as the coming snare drums and trumpets sounded, I knew this parade was not about going back to a place, But instead, this parade was about joining one to another, And about finding a common thread to stitch us together, As we lined every street and craned our necks to watch. All of us connected, one to the other, all walks, all creeds, As if the parade were the conductor, and we the orchestra, And some perfect symphony had found our waiting hearts. So, to all of you marchers, to all of you twirlers, and dancers, And to all of you special clubs, who gathered for us today, And found some way, in a turbulent world, to make us smile, Thank you from us all, for projecting your heartfelt humanity, For taking us to a place where we can all find common ground, And for taking us to a place where we find joy in just being us.