My spirit has a friend across the mountains

In a stupor of mild mental chaos, absorbed in an unthinking screen,
Life came through the window.

With music blaring and me staring,
the air was always there
But only as dead space,
and the sun did not illuminate.
Till then thru the haze, angels and Emily flickered forth
as antennae-like phototropic flower buds trembling with expectant life,
reaching for the light of my soul to illuminate the air
And then I must silence the music, even though it was Brahms.
For the room was flooded with vibrant stillness,
restful cricket chirps
the air of the Earth
and sunlight.
Like a gift on a breeze from Holden Village,
the gift of the present, from a friend who lives there.

September 12, 2011