And so I awoke
at long last in
a Bill Evans’ world.
Summer had come
and gone:
smoke, wind,
crows and magpies.
It was a more
human space
with leaves
on the move.
Overnight it
had rained and
I had overslept
the start of school
(again).
I took my time
re-starting out,
more sure of purpose
than ever before.
My dreams intact
like Bill’s piano
and now 2017
hardly mattered:
the hurricanes
fires and floods,
the fake politics
and agendas,
limitless stupidity
violence and greed,
Trump and the trolls.
Nullified [finger snap]
just like that.
(inspired by Bill Evans’ “Explorations” LP)
