My home of a Saturday morning

 

Is a sleepy stage

Orchestrated by the steady metronome clock

Sitting high above on the balcony

Dazzling morning light dances

On the back of dreamy dust

That floats like memories through the air

 

The plates and dishes chime lyrically

With soprano silverware

Backed by the gentle hum of the fridge

And the silky rhythm of the faucet

 

Soap suds in their ephemeral dance

Capture every color as they swirl

Up and up and up

They take their curtsy and are gone

 

I alone sit in the audience

Detached from the progression

A singular note on the staff

Waiting, unsung

To feel the vibrations of my life

 

 

The moment before I am called onstage,

Before that high note escapes,

Its vibrations taking flight

And sending palpable shocks into the void,

I see like rainbow dreams

 

I feel the drum beat my cue

And the moment jumps out of my hand

And taking flight flutters high above in the rafters

Waiting

I see it wink off of the chandelier

Then turn away with the orchestra’s crescendo

As I step into the lights