This gay town scene, a circus comes to town,
And all from miles around meet in the square,
Children climbing trees to find a throne
from which to spy the simple pleasures there.
We’re all connected, pieces interlocked,
The whole becoming more than parts alone,
Foundations ever built on stable rock,
Enabling each to blossom full, when grown.
It takes a village, as in my memory
of cozy, cottage porches and cafes,
It takes a village, now I clearly see
The bonds and mores that defined my days.
Day 6: Connections