“While in the fields

Of this eternal childhood

The poet walks

And doesn’t want to forget anything.”

Jean Follain pg 110 of The Poetics of Reverie

 

 

Notes and Neurons and Me

 

Notes and neurons playing behind sight, beneath sound, after silence, above stars

Playing on tire swings together

In the school yard right where I wanted to be

With my notes and my neurons

When we were all inside on days seeping with sunlight

Notes and neurons sometimes whisked me away

On sun-dropped days

To the school yard and the sky.

We played in the white sands

And the grey sands of stars.

Notes and neurons and I reborn

As butterflies

Swimming though sound

Crystallizing in forests of dendritic souls,

Painting trees into color, in the shade

Of the dappled sun

Waiting for the bell

When the day was done.

And when the bell rang out

We didn’t wait ‘til the last note was cast

To jump from the desks and fly

To Saturn’s balcony

To tease the little asteroids

Who thought themselves moons

As we circled, never caught

By the gravity of substance.

What good times we had ~ playing

behind sight,

beneath sound,

after silence,

above stars

~ notes and neurons and me.