Kashf

The composer abruptly lifts his head from what some might consider chicken scratch
(his most eloquent chord ever crafted during the most chaotic time of his life)
just in time to

Having planted the final row of chrysanthemums in her backyard, gleeful
to spend time with fingers and toes in dirt and on rock instead of twirling keys and wearing heels, the gardener gazes deeply into the black soil
just in time to

Silencing the chatter of left brain projects, projections and pipe dreams, a meditating devotee rocks her tail bone, straightens her spine and boisterously inhales
just in time to

A father, staring into the eyeballs of his newborn, tenderly touching something unbreakably soft (an extension of his own all-too-often denied body), gently traces the infant’s facial lines
just in time to

understand that none of this had to be.