by Mayra Gemm
“Is it God?”
he asked impatiently.
Yet I saw his childlike wonderment
sneak by his
very adult judgment.
“How impractical!”
maybe he thought.
It seems the idea of God
makes logical people
irritable and taut.
Too bad that when you
get in touch
rather in the wild
going beyond reason
and into rhythm and rhyme
things Divine don’t seem all that bad
as exemplified by
how our enlivened flood
of subatomic wavicles
makes a kind of mock up solidity
out of liquid, vibration and light.
One’s own creative flow:
who knows what that really is.
But the way this trio
tricycles within you
composing your own
particular perfect timing
is charming.
And if you catch that ride
if you trust enough to glide
into your elusive lucid path
what magic!
Not a note out of sync
not a pebble off the brink
not one movement out of link
every moment a diamond ring.
