Vicarious



Vicarious

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unquestionably joy
in a most unexpected place
the eyes of an innocent
cruel society deems disabled

bent and stooped
gripped and twisted
confined to constant care
and his rolling metal chair

his gentle eyes reflect a wonder
my heart has long since lost
by vanity extinguished

his spirit knows only trust
it pours forth from his soul

he rocks and waves
sways and vibrates
fully alive in the now

positioned near the stage
he is enthralled by the rhythm
enraptured by the magic

the guitar soars
the saxman wails
the singer roars
the drummer flails

he is consumed by every note
every beat
every nuance

he experiences an ecstasy
at which I can only marvel
can only enviously imagine

oh, if I could but feel the joy
this precious being feels
so complete
and unexpected

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rob kistner © 2010

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11 thoughts on “Vicarious”

  1. this was good. i like the words

    “the guitar soars
    the saxman wails
    the singer roars
    the drummer flails

    he is consumed by every note
    every beat
    every nuance”

    the best.
    well said…

  2. This took me back to a jazz club I used to frequent with my son. Every Wednesday, just around the dinner hour, they’d feature a band fronted by a trumpet player who was probably in his late-60’s. The band had several regular followers that were even older than that and their response to the music always made me smile. One of them, a woman who must have been 80 or more, would occasionally have to jump out of her seat and dance. As hard as that must have been on her arthritic joints, she never seemed to notice. Another woman, would play the table she sat at like a piano, oblivious to anything but the music.

    Thanks for taking me back there Rob. I hadn’t been in a long time. And the club’s gone now. So is the band I think.

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