The Restless Poet

I’m beginning to think I am more adventurous in my sleep than in my waking hours. Last night had me swept up in the energy of a concert. You were there but I didn’t know it from the start. Summer again, the season of play. So much better than dreaming about the frigid cold. I’m a little perplexed by the artist. Not someone I would actually see but I’m sure there’s a reason.

I was out in the crowd, listening and taking pictures when a message came across asking me to come backstage. Super odd but my curiousity got the best of me. I wove my way toward the stage and climbed the stairs on the side that worked its way behind the curtains.

I was greeted by the artist’s team (who was Kelly Rowland – I know…strange). They said they had seen my work and requested that I record the performance. I laughed. I can barely hold myself straight let alone a camera. However, this was a dream so I flew with it. I spent the rest of the concert there on the side, recording and having fun. The air was warm with a gentle breeze. The kind of night that creates glamorous, summertime memories.

At the end, I made my way back to the ground, the blades of grass tickling my bare feet. I was scanning the sea of faces for my friends. I could see them across the lawn. I stopped quickly to chat with a couple of people, casual conversation, soaking up a beautiful night filled with the scent of blooming flowers and a moon making everything shine.

I glanced to my right, you were watching me. Not really watching but waiting for an opening. I turned my attention toward you, the air started to feel warmer, my cheeks flushed. Here we go again. You approached, an ear-to-ear grin spread across your face. An infectious smile making the corners of my mouth reflexively curve upward. Seriously. I was delightedly flustered.

Your presence invaded my intimate space but I liked the closeness, it was comfortable, a soothing presence. We chatted about the concert and laughed at the absurdity of me recording the performance. Your laugh echoing and illuminating the darkness, embracing me in its richness and warmth.

There was a small table nearby, an encouragement to sit and connect, to meet in the space between. You had my attention, always have. You were close enough that I could feel your energy but space enough to fit you in the whole picture. Here it goes…and then, of course, alarms triggering an awakening and the conversation was paused yet again. Come on!