This finely tuned edge enchanted by chaos,
the equilibrium of its awareness
becoming ever more fluid
ever more graceful
ever more free
“Don’t play what’s there, play what’s not there.”
― Miles Davis, Kind of Blue
Well…this post ends the Microbial Fantasia series. I’m sure these community oriented creatures will show up again in some form. They seem to pop up at unexpected times. It’s impossible for me to ignore their wit and enthusiasm.
Speaking now for the more demanding and less accommodating among their numbers, I recently acquired a cold from my toddler grand son. Teeming with a virus, I was still determined to venture into new territory, reading a few of my poems for the first time at a relatively serious, eclectic open mike poetry series in town. I’d been attending for a while, but only participating in the audience, gathering my own momentum, building up steam to eventually read myself.
With a head full of fog and drift, there wasn’t much room for nerves, so I just signed up at # 11….my lucky number… and awaited my turn. It was an especially intimate night… smaller in numbers and with some of my favorite poets reading. Everyone had settled in to really listen.
When it came my turn, while I was reading, I felt…well… like I was here. All the comments and dialogue, all of our camaraderie surrounded me. I found my voice … up there, on stage, under the spotlights, working with a microphone….all for the first time. In my life.
I was completely surprised how enjoyable the experience was. So how could I not be grateful to these rowdy microbial guests, my visiting virus, for getting me out there.
Never underestimate possibilities in chaos, I remind myself. Hah!
painting/paper collage: j h white