Shadow Dancing with Chet
Another great post from Tosha Michelle. Beautiful poem, image & song!
Peace,
Sherrie
Be the howling moon
or the quiet wind.
Be Orion and his
starlight shield.
Be the road with no
street signs.
Be waylaid plans;
the lost map.
Arrive on the sidewalk
without knowing where
you are going.
Be the lightning bug.
The crickets,
telling secrets to
the air.
Be the couple walking
into the privacy of
nightfall,
Be their watch. Be
their hands.
Be the cafe always
open late, slide
into the flow of
the coffee.
Be the noodle slip
off the novice’s
chopsticks. The
soup disappearing
in the bowl
Be the siren in the
distance, the choir
music filtering
through the door of
St. Michael’s
Be the
patrons leaving the
bar.
Be the drink in their
glass. The holy water
they swim in.
Turn left.
or
Turn right.
Be the narrow streets,
the high beams on a
city bus. The cab called
they waved off.
Be the cracks in
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