I’m just trying to clear my thoughts
with a water glass at my table,
and then I hear out of the jukebox
sounds of psyches that are stable.
I’m thinking things through on a downtown walk,
but my mind is running.
Then I hear those rhythms
by street performers, almost stunning.
I’m at an elevation
where I can see it all,
and even in that box,
those upbeat joy-tones fall.
Even when I’m with my friends
in a car with windows wide open:
they’re laughing and jamming,
but my heart’s still coping.
And my brain starts burning.
Why don’t I understand the happy songs?
I’m trying and learning.
My heart is still yearning
to understand those happy songs.