sonora2sonoma

An afternoon well spent (?)

dancing with angels ’round the head of a pin.

Lots of old ground covered

round and round and round again.

Same song. Song same

been sung so many times before

infusing it with energy

Electric!

not seen since the meadowlark

chose which song to offer

on the afternoon breeze.

Sweet song,

Song same. Same song

been sung so many times before.

Welcome, but demanding

inconvenient, but timely . .

Always timely

if nothing else.

Crafted by tensions drawn across polar opposites

tautly drawn

tightly formed

firmly established.

The song same . .

ubiquitous

suffocating!

Normal bodily functions temporarily suspended! Special Event in progress!

Same song sung so many times before

Are there limits to what you can know?

song same . . . round and round . . .

don’t know where to go no more

This is how you do

the do what you do what you don’t wanna’ do no more

at least not this way

waltz

That is . . .

Until you choose to stop

dancing.

15 December 2015

Tim Konrad