Day 25- 10.11.20
The great Coltrane album is nearly always
at the top of my stack,
and I doubt I’m the only one.
Like an aged wine or, say, sharp nostalgia,
it is capable of adding something essential
to any situation. Paired with morning coffee, it sounds
like sidewalk seating on Saint Germain.
In the afternoons, when played in full,
it sounds just like a fall day at The Met.
In the evenings, it takes on a melancholy
not dissimilar to a cloudy stroll
through an empty suburban park.
To me, it will always sound best
when the restless strings of my heart
are knotted into a rubber-band ball.
That’s when it transforms, chameleon-like,
into a looping prayer
for calm, for company.