The Beatles album starting with The Two of Us and suddenly
there I am,
hot as a summer’s cricket,
the blue room of my adolescence - its
cheap walls with the metal band (like a child’s brace)
cracking in the summer heat
as the drab expanded into the possible night -
the world unpeeled
and ripe…
it could not be
destroyed only gorged
and that guitar
stirred my heart as if all the music
and all the wild winds and bright sun,
all the rain and all the ocean waves,
were there
for me - the burgeoning world
in a glass jar -
and still these million years later
something deep inside my autumnal chest quivers
as I recall
how carelessly I opened the lid and let loose
the unexpected years of my adulthood.