The music took me
when he said,
you’ve got to listen to this,
then proceeded to tell me
how and when it was recorded
and why it was so good.
So I put the disc into a boom box
on the shelf in my bedroom
and listened, and I was carried away
by that tenor saxophone,
warm and breathy, and
the deft rhythm section,
and since that time,
I can’t get enough.
A cloud in the morning hovered
Against the silhouette of black
Mountain. Sunrise light
Captured, illuminated the cloud
Lit it like a flash of lightning, stained
The sky, called me outside.
The back yard was drowning
In a 365 degree view of cloud waves
Caught by the sunrise. It came
To remind me to say hello
To the Earth, to remind me of a man
Who told me he says hello as he leaves
His house every morning to the tree
He planted when he was a boy.
He acknowledges the shrubs, he has
A conversation with Mount Olympus.
He told me the Mountain is part
Of the Earth and the Earth has a spirit
Like ours. He told me the mountain
Makes you feel something in return
A pin prick beginning deep inside
Your chest growing as it pushes outward
You feel something in return. I stood
Outside in my slippers thinking
About the lure outside, ripples of clouds
In the still blue morning ocean. I didn’t
Say a word, couldn’t see the mountain
Black shadowed giant. This morning
The sky greeted me. My eyes heard
As loud as a foghorn, the sun rolling
Across a sea of condensed water vapor.