Languishing in the tunes
I would be gazing at the moon
Were it out, which it is not.
Piquant thoughts racing round the track
Inside my head, spinning hard.
I search for quiet in my emotional cage.
Saxophone tunes in Paradise beckon
Matching my mood
Once in a while.
Something like this pops up
Reminding me of childhood and strange tunes
That gave me a love of the exotic, quixotic.
Like a plane on a long runway,
I feel myself getting ready, rolling
Until all at once I will fly.
But until then, the rumbles of my wheels
Grind against the ground and the air
Until the moment when I leave the ground
And soar.
4/30/24
by Sage