Priory Park on a Summer's Day
Under giant pines on a grassy slope we soak into the warm swelling and lulling sounds of The Verywell town silver Band.
While toddlers zig zag about with ice cream cornets akimbo.
Dad wrestles with son on a plaid blanket.
The legless guy in his tan sun hat bathes
in the mellow heroic song swelling up to a glorious summer's sky.
A large handicapped lady in black skirt and white shirt
eases her way down to the bandstand steps and is helped up them as she joins the musicians with her silver cornet.
One of the groups in the ice cream licking audience next to me.
There is a big young women, Angela, who utters loud sounds. sporadically.
When the next piece “Prismatic light” starts its powerful rhythms pulsing out through the tree branches, thro' all the chambers of our bodies.
I want to get up and dance. Why is no one responding ?
I spy only one foot tapping time and three toddlers Chubby Checkering madly.
Yet, Angela slowly arose , took 5 steps forward , planted her feet firmly astride and with great verve conducted the powerful and tender sounds from the Bandstand as though Hallelujahed for us all!
Stroller’s steps seemed choreographed, so too the dachshund little legs joined the dance.
And dad serving the ball to his son's yellow plastic cricket bat also joined the dance.
It was all a DANCE, the flutter of leaves, the sun's dapple, the licking of ice
suns glint on trombone, and kids gambolling and hand standing. All are part of
Yes, and as though to bless it all, High in the azure, an Angel, in the form of a yellow and red para glider slowly flutters across our vast collective consciousness.
Note: RB June 3 2018
