Making the Day’s Music

I took a walk
It was a long awaited walk
The day was happy of my return
“You’re back!” she cried, “You’re alive again!”

The world became visible to me
So clear, so full of green and blue
Details and shadows so radiant and crisp
I could listen to what was seen
I could hear the smiles and dreams

The freshmen girls in the corner
Setting up camp at the window booths
Bonding and sharing, a campfire in the taqueria
Stretching cheese from their quesadillas
Dangling their legs
Weaving the lace of coming of age

The faces of a mother and daughter
Sitting on a hilltop
Sitting on the edge of the world
Eyes full of wonder
Wheelchair wheels in the gravel
Listening to their endearments rest
On a bird in their circle

A little girl’s voice
Drifting out of a living room
Singing the words of her song
Being the hero of her story
Free in her world
Free in the glory
Free in a magical flurry

Uncanny and strange
How the world reveals itself
When I dust the curtains of my brain
Or oil the broken record in my bones
Visual music moving
Eyes unplugged, taking the frequencies in
Waves of light, waves of sound
Breaking the numbness, the barrier
Between my cloudy mosaic mind and the mirror
reflecting it all around.


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