I’m
curious. Fascinated, in fact. How does it work? What does this button do? Melt
it all down and try to purify it, see what happens. Paint the sky with indigo,
and a color I can’t describe, somewhere between a gentle pink and a lavender
and plain brown. I’ve always wanted to see a new color, experience delighted
confusion over something new, something I’ve never seen before. Wait for me on
the side of the road, I’ll come down when I come around the mountain when I
come. You think it’s a mistake, don’t you? But look closer and a song forms,
unbidden, in your mind, a fun, joyful song. Is it really unbidden? It’s not,
right? I called it there. You didn’t know I could do that, but I’m still
getting used to change, to strange new things. Young dreams in old hearts,
that’s what magic is made of. Old souls are rare, but young souls are
incredible. Exploding with color, flavor, delight, laughter over something
silly and odd. Peacock feathers in a green setting, lining the wall, carpeting
the floor. Do you think I’m silly and odd? If not, please feel free to fill out
a form enclosing your final frivolities. Old poems in new ears, a new song by
an old voice. Yes, Shenandoah, life really is old here. If you think it’s plaid
and boring and unattractive, I won’t be offended, but I’ll have to change my
perspective of you. Glasses frame laugh lines, stretching out like an
unsuspected diamond. Pretty and playful, fast and deep, some words clash
without my meaning to. I didn’t give them permission, but they don’t need it, and
they know that. Something new isn’t as exciting as I thought it would be. Oh,
trust me, it is exciting, but it’s also solemn and quiet and gradually grows on
your awareness, not so fast as to be alarming, but when you can finally focus
on it, it’s not new at all, just not old.
