Piano

This is a new ritual: putting my fingers on the keys.

Paying new found attention to posture.

How does it feel to sit upright?

And again:

How do you feel after playing those scales - so slowly like you were a child again?

I go on noticing.

so much more than the getting it done.

The beauty is in the process.

How the black keys wink in the light over their white counter parts

how my mind is in - between the notes

considering everything - the woman, my heart, am I enough?

World’s pass between fingers moving position - 4th finger under thumb,

or is it 3rd?

Hands resting back on thights - back straight.

how do you feel now?

And on it goes until thirty minutes has flown by and I am, hands together over heart

thanking this percussive world maker, soul initiator.

Music breathes life into old, dark places.

Beckoning forth light.

Something to dance to, to be in conversation with - not alone, not lonely, but the dancer

in between the notes, in between the doing and the being

just noticing everything.