Might We Ever--

Might We Ever… by Odin Roark Fathom The depth of agony A genius creation goes through The willingness to imagine Beyond expectant physical endurance Understand The amount of protected experience Folded into the visceral sharing of Pavarotti’s nine spine-tingling high Cs In Donizetti’s “Pour mon ame” Fracturing listener’s anticipations Like the shattering of glass Amidst a lightening bolt In bright sunlight Believe The arc of a leap The airless still-life Of a form suspended Defying gravity Be it Nureyev Baryshnikov Or David Hallberg Or Withstand One’s internal turmoil When allowing a Barber Adagio A Beethoven 7th A Coltrane anything To infiltrate man’s vast network Those nerves and synapse celebrations We so often take for granted How frivolous we have become Abandoning the gift of prescience Ability to foresee and control the next moment That time when richness of nature’s art Only needs its due respect To present a stage of creative imagination Our own magnificence Instead Far too often The brush stroke of a Starry Night The perfection of a Modigliani distortion A Dudamel flurry of baton passion Or the vibration of Tibetan long horns Arresting our often-mundane focus Goes ignored Can we ever Become again The gifts We possess Or Will the downward spiral Forever bury who we once were Who we were destined to become How evolution meant we serve The next cosmic event Might we ever…