I picture you sitting in your kitchen
Listening to something sophisticated
With strange time signatures and no singer
As I listen to something stripped down
And simple sung by someone
Who works magic with words.
I picture you puttering in your kitchen
Baking whole grain breads
And mashing organic yams
As I roll cabbages
And grill fish
In distant but parallel worlds.
I picture you sitting at your desk
Losing yourself in the beauty of math
Telling yourself that patterns are an illusion
While utilizing them nonetheless.
I picture you sipping some locally brewed ale
Content with the temporary calm that has settled in
As you contemplate what you will need to face next
In the never-ending battle with yourself.
I picture you calm and content in your world
Which helps me to draw a calm around mine.
So that I can sit down at my desk
And look for soothing patterns
So that I can create a beautiful illusion
To share with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder, Suzanne, who might be singing the something stripped down and simple. The early Leonard Cohen singing Bird on a Wire? Something by Charles Brown in his rich baratone? Carole King or Aretha singing Natural Woman? Paul Simon and Ladysmith singing Homeless? May we always have songs to touch and soften our hearts. -Glen
Hi Glen, I love how you are picturing me listening to someone as I picture someone else listening to someone. Music does draw us all together! And, yes, you have listed a lot of my favorites.