#90: July 22, 2006

It's easy to forget how to be moved--
to let Mozart float past as if the air
was empty; as if your unemotion proved
something (you look so cool when you don't care);

You get trained to ignore beautiful things:
paintings--the riot of Van Gogh's night sky,
Monet's serenity, and the bright wings
of stained glass angels, never wondering why;

But every now and then (one hopes) you fall
into a place of shocking loveliness
and it shivers you awake, a clarion call
to daily beauties unseen and unguessed--

Then, for a while, you dance in sound and light,
a lame blind man restored, and given sight.