Our days are comprised of a long sequence of routine events, yet every once in a while a singular unexpected moment can define how we see the world. This painting and poem imagine one such encounter.
Gathered my bones to sit on the stoop
Watching the world clatter on.
Wheels spin and exhaust
Bi-peds wander by lost
Fixed to their palms
Tapping and swiping through
Tunnels sans walls.
Harsh booming this dissonant scene
Suggested the thought of an exit
When there from stage left
Dressed in green flowing
Like the crest of a wave
Growing the light from
Above a bandana of gold.
A sudden wind snapped
Turning her cheek
And there our eyes met,
Her stride did not waiver while her
Gaze locked on mine.
In that moment all the world smiled
The air suddenly mild
Vibrations of bright and soft humming.
Across the way, out of the blue
A man with a coat the same color
Threatened to pass in between.
Instead she side stepped then vanished
And left beyond the prayer trees.
The lug lumbered on not knowing
A gift he upended.
With the moment suspended
I sat chin in hand
Frustrated and wanting
Sighing then smiling
Trying to hold on to the
Bandana of gold.
Here is a lovely song on letting go by Ingrid Michaelson – Maybe.