I believe in Music.
The strumming of chords
never stopped a war.
Harmonies lifted,
arms towards the sky,
doesn’t guarantee
a good life.
But it’s still nice.
I watched Tracy Chapman
sing her “Fast Car” song,
decades old
still just as strong.
The universe cried
and so did I,
over and over again.
"had a feeling that I belonged"
We don’t know where we’re going,
but let’s sing along for now.
It will not give us answers , but
it feels good anyhow.
What I’m reading this week:
I have been in full on work mode this week, hence the short poem (that still took longer than expected to write). I am taking some reading breaks to enjoy this random glorious book called Nashville Babylon. Published in the 80s and written by Randal Riese, it's all getting me caught up on the country music greats.