It was 20 years ago today
or more
since I heard
this music
My 66 years old ears
surprised how positive
and hopeful
this sounds.
Sparked by the Viet Nam
war years
new recording techniques
a budding culture of
self-awareness
wrought by drugs and
meditation
Hindu Buddhist Christian
all religions and
practices
this diamond joins
Jimi and the Airplane in my
heavens
It was a time when youth
sat and listened to music
and poetry
instead of dancing
to everything with a good
beat
Music was splitting the
world
cleaving it into facets
different diamonds for
different people
Now,
there seems to be nothing
positive
that sounds across the
world
as bright as this was then
War and the murder of
children
drains art into salt
shakers
that season this bitter
soup
while we wrinkled
magicians
search out old rabbits
to revive our crushed top
hats
Our moth-eaten capes
stuffed into the holes
where the tears get in
that keeps our minds
wondering
where we are all going
without you
without everyone
the strings cut to our
kites
that once anchored us
to the sky
now filled with
too many loose diamonds
a cacophony that strangely
appears in a final chord
that never ends
that never ends
that never ends
Barry G. Wick
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