Divers if dreams
Could be more than one thing
Child riding by on a dog
Three wise men barefoot
Wanting to show up to
Offer comfort or a hug
Sing along like a hymn
In the heart I play a record
And I sit beside you
The lyrics and sheet music
Are black on black
I need a flashlight
To see the images
To read the words that
You don’t know
I can’t even catch the melody
Without the vinyl playing
And so I stand up
To place the needle again
And we are listening
The music is magic
To our ears and the
Words come alive
Joined by a friend who
Wants her ear pierced
We learn she should wait
To see the placement of the
Bar strategically so we
Do not stretch the space
Between I have learned
In this moment
Sometimes it is better to
Wait to make sure
A thing fits
Arriving at the studio
The piercers are ready
One is drawing a mustache
On the other with a marker
The same they use to
Point out the spot to pierce
I am reminded here too
That laughter is the best medicine
And life is to be lived
Perhaps not over analyzed
Because if we have not lived it
We too have nothing to plan
Or look back on
So we just make it happen
© GÄ
Poétique 