The lights hovered across the hillside as dusk ebbed,
Slowly blinking off and on in gentle andantino dances.
We whisked empty jelly jars trying to cage fireflies
That eluded us with ease in the cool, Appalachian
Summer air, misty with sweet allysum and wisteria.
A dislocated nostalgia for I knew not what, bruised
My heart, and the music of the day I was exposed to,
Banal and fabulous-Beethoven, Gershwin and the Starland
Vocal band-saturated my head, soundtrack to all I was
Seeing, feeling above all and under something so much
Greater, tip of the iceberg, endless canopy of darkness
As the boat goes over the falls and dumps you between
The galleon and the fortress in the Disneyworld ride,
The stillness of the air standing the hair on your neck.
Trying to locate the exact moment I felt my spirit lift
Into happiness untouched by creation is impossible,
I’d recognize it just as it was fading away: in the synth
Polyphony of Yes’ “Roundabout,” verses on mountains
Coming out of the sky, ten true summers and being
There; in the music at the end of a Peter Sellers movie,
As Chance the Gardener steps onto the pond, a President
Eulogizes a businessman’s funeral, and a meandering
Improv based on a Satie tune seems inevitable; in the
Sci-Fi coloring books with frames from “I, Robot,”
“The Island of Dr. Moreau,” and “Stranger in a Strange
Land,” the wide loops and arcing lines of those images,
Cool sparks of joy leading to an unknown God St. Paul
Made known to the Athenians in the Book of Acts, Who my
God-Mother Therese gave me small, glossy, paperback
Picture books about, that stoked my longing for purity,
Goodness, and righteousness, drawing me ever closer
To an all-loving, perfect Author and Finisher of my faith.
~Poem originally published in "A Time Of Singing" Journal