Morning Flash Mob Poem by Jim Yerman

It was a flash mob…somewhere in Italy…a maestro was conducting Ode to Joy
and I found myself fascinated by the conduct of one little girl…and boy.

Moved by the beauty of the music…and how the maestro was instructing….
the little boy started dancing…and the little girl…conducting.

I love how, out of nowhere, this flash of music put these children in a trance
causing one to begin conducting…and the other one to dance.

And I thought I need to bring that childhood innocence into my morning walk
to be more open to the flash mobs around me as I circumvent the block.

Now, my heart controls the rhythm…providing a steady beat
then my brain receives the message and sends that rhythm to my feet.

Rabbits hop their steady beat to make sure I've got it right
as the birds, who provide the music, wake from their slumber of the night.

The crickets begin their collective chorus…voices reaching for the skies
until the owls, the mockingbirds, seagulls and squirrels begin to harmonize.

And on those mornings, when I'm lucky, in the trees I hear the wind begin….
and softly into the symphony…enters the violins.

The flash mob always plays the same song…it's a daily Ode to Joy
and I try hard to listen with the innocence of that little girly and boy.

Which means on any given morning it is purely happenstance….
whether I choose to be the conductor…or if I choose to dance.