Let’s not be fooled
by reason or the scientific mind.
Magic is real.
It happens,
often when we don’t expect it.
After working six hours straight,
teaching six classes back to back,
with no lunch break in between,
I am a desert plant
on the edge of wilting.
I stagger into a local restaurant,
thinking I deserve a good meal.
But the food is just mediocre.
Would have cursed, if not for the music,
which is pure sorcery.
How do they know the songs of my youth,
the songs that touch my soul?
Soft rock from the Seventies,
music of the Eagles, the Foreigners,
Ambrosia, Al Stewart…
All of a sudden, I am young again.
I regain my graduate student self,
living my Bohemian lifestyle
in the midst of Greenwich Village.
Life again is full of possibilities.
Music is a time machine,
which transports me with a spell,
whizzing through four decades in a flash.
So, today, the universe gives me a gift.
It makes me young again,
even if it is for half an hour,
as I dine alone in some unknown restaurant.
on a Friday afternoon.
My heart bursts with gratitude.
This is the nourishment I need.