We arrived into a moment that already existed,
had already begun –
ice melting in glasses of pink wine, only half full.
Interlopers, we stepped into line
picked up the rhythm
learned the rhymes.
Setting our own pace now tastes of change
a new beat, a new set
there are fewer voices, fewer steps this time around,
the music has thinned out
has been whittled down to a whisper
punctuated by silence.