When I first saw him he was
Marooned on a darkened stage cluttered with the main act’s equipment
Unflustered, he picked at his guitar and stories flowed through each song
Until the one where he told a perfect vignette of lives unknown and I
Recognized the chorus as if its skipping rhythm, damaged characters and
Hammered on chords had always been inside me.
That moment, that perfectly captured cinemascope narrative
Was an affirmation that the voices in my head, the
Elevator pitches for films that would never be made were just
Exhaust vents for the humanity I live amongst, the
Infinity of choices that were my past,my future and not just my
Uncertain grip on the present.
That song, that moment of community in a crowd killing time
Waiting for the main event is a waymarker in my mind, a
Reminder of love and beauty amongst the mist.