We throw our faith on the line;
A heartfelt shine.
A mad hatter's gleam
In an ethereally charged suit.
Eyes snap to the music of it;
The sweet hum carrying our souls,
Connecting us out of the patterned confines.
When they try to strike my pose,
it looks like Harpo.
Yet, it makes everyone laugh and sing a
different tune of boy and jazz.
I pick it up and play it on the B side with some seriousness.
The allegory is in each human encounter.
You can't just wash your body of it.
If you live it, it gets stuck somewhere on you... in you.
We throw our faith on the line to be luminous.
The hum, louder now, elevating the shine from the dew.
Music finds a way in.
I take off my shoes
Anticipating,
yet the melding that made this art as we call it to life is worth every moment of its profundity.
© 27-Apr-17 Sonja J Johnston
