Like listening to Bob Marley sing "Three Little Birds" on the beach, a match when you need it, a high school friend. Music can save you & so can other things, like a dying engine, ink, & the rush when the ball meets your foot in perfect stride. Then, what comes after the saving? Grace? More music? New songs? Tonight it is beautiful. We are alive and conscious, right? There is a squirrel outside determined to get the last of the seeds. The purple flowers I planted are hanging on. Mercurial levels of light in the room tonight. I am imagining laughter in Kabul & in South Korea, a family on the new train to the north. Tonight I am thinking how massive it is that we are here. Let's float a while. & what of music? I do not know a poet whose life excludes music. I don't trust a person without a song in their head.
This is the video for one of my favorite songs ("Car") by one of my favorite groups ("Built to Spill") that I will post on a beautiful night (tonight) for you beautiful survivors (adoptees everywhere). Ramble on.