The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences |
Momentary Disruptions in the Space-Time Continuum Dissolving into the aroma, I return to experience my first cup of black coffee. Coffee poured into a heavy white restaurant cup, without the cooling effect of cream and sugar, looked like a starless night; tasted like nectar of the gods. Melting into the flavor, I return to experience my first slice of watermelon. Cut for a melon picked in Grandpa Frank's garden, it was cold as an Oklahoma winter, sweet as freshly harvested hive honey. Merging with the music, I returned to experience my first gospel song. Intoned by an all white congregation, in a Southern Baptist Mission, on the wrong side of the tracks it awoke the desire to meet Christ in the air. Becoming the material, I return to experience my first touch of real silk. Bought at an Estate Sale, it originally came from Korea, it was soft as a spring breeze, pretty as fall leaves. Entering the video, I return to experience my only trip to New York. The plane arrived in the middle of the night, to reveal the city aglow; New York's bridges were lit up like Christmas Trees on Christmas Eve. Poet's Note: ▼ |