Sunday, October 7, 2012

RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES

It doesn't come 'round often,
and it doesn't last long,
but when it does
it's something
truly magical;
a gift
from the gods
given to only
two humans
at a time.
It arrives
as mothers push
baby strollers
with their new born
safely inside;
the babies are dizzy
with new, dazzled
by surprise
in each beat,
every note
hitting
a new nerve,
their heads bouncing
this way
and that,
to
and fro,
up
and down,
grinning
and dribbling
down a toothless mouth;
their joy
bubbling over
their chariot.
You can hear
laughing,
humming,
songs of lyrics
yet defined,
so much better
than letters
locked
upon letters,
so inadequate,
so incomplete.
Their eyes
big and hungry
with next,
seek the face
pushing them
and who mimics
and mirrors
every inarticulate
sound and gesture.
As mad as they are
with discovery
with possibility,
the air dancing
upon their skin,
light tickling
their nose,
laughinglaughinglaughing
at the circus
unfolding
constantly
knowing nothing
outside their bond
between them;
knowing nothing
except each other
and the stupid silly world
as it parts
to let them
through.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2012

1 comment:

  1. Happy 65th--and my condolences! It beats the alternative, however!


    Clara

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