Song and Poetry
I was sitting outside yesterday afternoon, in the shade of a deck roof with a big fan spinning. The air was soft with a hint of fall. Short days and cool nights have chased away the worst of the summer heat. There was music being made by a man of magic and we were all enthralled, having heard the songs many times before, but never tiring of the tunes.
As I watched, a small child rose from the table before him, looked up at him as he sang, and then walked down the steps to whatever business a small child does. And I wondered if she had any clue of the magic happening right around her, and I doubted she did, although you never know how and when a mind opens to poetry and music. So, I thought if not now, I hoped it would come to her when the time was right, somewhere down the road, when age and life made it possible.
After all, it’s nice to have a go-to poet and singer, minor or major. Someone with songs and words that bring you peace and move some bit of your soul back into place when things have gone bad or even when they haven’t, because sometimes you don’t even know you need an adjustment until it happens. And sometimes you’re just happy, and want to stay that way. And I hoped that child would find its way to that place, somewhere down its road, to the gift of song and poetry.