Big Thoughts

A movie theater.
The kind they used to make
With a shameful amount of seats,
And plush, large chairs, red velvet curtains fringed in gold.
Vaulted ceilings that could touch heaven,
and the energy of the audience,
their tears, laughter and excitement all rolled up
into bite-size pieces.

That magical feeling of a new place,
the vastness of it.
An even better thing when it's
a familiar place you've seen,
really seen, for the first time.

The morning, the deep heavens
peeking through the crystalline air.
Night-smells and the incandescent feeling
of being the only one within miles
awake and out. The power
of knowing that the show's just for you.

Music.
My god, Music.
Banal and untouchable, the rhythm
that beats in us all. The emotions, the diminished chords
that strike, that leave us a wondering child,
better for the experience.

Christmastime and snow, but not always together.
Any Event, really.
Satin gowns and twirling figures caught up in bliss
like toddlers being delightedly swallowed
by a bin of colored balls.
Any occasion that has the same feel,
that pricks your soul just to test that you're alive.

Home and all that means. The kitchen on new years' day.
The loss of a loved one, or the healing process
And the realization of your own mortality.
All the revelations and tribulations,
All the ego, all the shyness,
all the longing to break free,
All the life this world has to offer,
Everything that dwarfs my existence.