May 3: Pulse for Pulse, Breath for Breath

Rehearsal started punctually at nine-

The sanctuary filled morning light,

And with the sunbeams voices did entwine

In synergistic, transcendental rite.

And then, my shining raiment did I don

To trip the light fantastic with my troupe,

And after that, I followed a baton

Concurrent with that large and glorious group.

By day surrounded by my loving friends

In kinesthetic joy and aural bliss,

This gentle night, alone, I apprehend

That my mouth’s missing a specific kiss.

Artistically fulfilled though I may be...