Today I strummed chords I seldom play
and sang notes I seldom sing.
My fingers strained to strike the frets
My voice trembled at the top of my register.
After I was done, I felt strangely alive
and wondered why I so often hold back
from these places,
these wonderful places,
where my blood races
and my spirit soars.
A pox upon the demon of the commonplace,
holding its infamous net of security
and three cheers to the angel of uncertainty,
who calls us “to come and die and find that I
may truly live.”
All your legs and arms and form
wearing draping cloth
that moves in a wave around you.
I no longer no where you begin and end
Your motion is blurred in the dim lighting.
Furiously and fleetingly
you move to acoustic music that plays softly
in the background,
or am I just hearing things?
Am I hearing the beating of your heart
and crafting a rhythm to match?
I clap in time
You beckon, I dance
Flailing just like you
The clock is melting Dali-style
We are beyond time now.
Sense and reason have nothing on us.
Heart beating, soul pounding
I can feel our breaths
Then the music jerks to a halt
and we drop to the floor
beside each other,
inside each other
Melting into one mystical creature
Not phoenix or liger
but something outside of words,
not an it but a living thing.
Let us spread our wings
and stretch our talon-claws
When the house lights go up,
we will fly away.
I want to be a banana
to be on a tropical island somewhere
with “heyhey we’re the monkeeeeeys”
Cold is no good.
Except if I’m boarding
down the slope
and the blood is flood and the wind is going
through my short hair.
So, no, if I’m standing still
or anything like that,
give me heat, give me warmth
Chiquita me, please
I’m ready for a summer vacation.