“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.
