What did I miss?

When they passed by, enormous and many
I hid in the crowd
Until it was safe

When they called, in voices that were pure and grand
I plugged my ears
And made no noise

When they set sail, on yachts that belonged to goddesses with long, flowing hair
I ground my feet into the dirt
And justified

But what marvelous shapes, wild and passionate did I miss?
Circles like the moon? Triangles like spears? Squares like palaces?
Hearts?

And what sounds fell upon my deaf ears?
Harmonies a world strong? The beat of the lone drummer? A choir like no earthly chorus?
A cry for help?

And what distant shores will I never have a chance to remember?
Deserts of plenty? Fields of solitude? The mixing of brown, black, and white like pastels on an evershifting landscape?
A home?

There are days that I do things that I know I should not.
I remember what I have missed.
And I am sad.