The alchemy of life’s best demonstrations are found
In sudden switchback whirls to happiness,
As when you stumble upon a random piece of heaven
Around an unsuspected turn.
Today Nature envisioned for us the perfect set:
A sky cerulean pan, unblemished and unwashed;
Big trees with names as challenging –
Black Locust, Cockspur, Hawthorn, Slippery Elm
A man-made Garibaldi pointed the way
Beyond the copper glints of water towers in the lunchtime sun.
The audience gathered and seemed the perfect sample
In gender, age and color,
They cradled dogs, stroked touch screens,
Caressed familiar shoulders, checked the progress of probing ants
Or slept off the late night booze on shaded lawns.
Protected by the hawthorn trees, stood the matt black grand
Its veteran keys flanked by plastic buckets – as yet unfilled with either folded notes or metal.
A third up-turned bucket became the seat for Colin Huggins
Our virtuoso in torn jeans, a pork pie hat and the cheery patter
He introduced us first to Frederic Chopin then to Phillip Glass
He holds us all inside his fingers
And in a moment of sweet modulation
We sit within a circle inside a Square
Held In the perfect balance of infinity.