TRUMPETS - BLARING WHERE THEY WANTED

48. TRUMPETS - BLARING WHERE THEY WANTED:

Through the trumpets blaring and the sounds of everything else happening all at once I sat there entranced holding the paper but signing nothing and only for an instant I recognized that it was my face in the reflection of the glass even as cars and people passed by with each passing motion being recorded in some background light on the same glass and the entire wavy scene – with its motion and liquid manner – swept and spread as if in another universe trying to break through as I witnessed some apparition without name or reason and the endless array of color and light right then and there reminded me of some CHEAP kaleidoscope the sort I hadn’t seen since childhood itself and like a cigar-store Indian gazing out and the broad array looking back the silence was as deafening as the death-knell of a pirate ship (but instead of all that there was nothing) and so of course the fast keys went to the ends of the music and everyone it seemed was trying or wanting to sing along but wherever two hands were gathered there more were so I stayed to watch and realized (anew at least) that I was indeed holding the documents in my hands and wandering with the others I passed right into the reflections on the glass and entered the ‘oh so many things’ of another lifetime and before I knew it I’d been transported BOSNIA HERZOGOVINA EVERYTHING ELSE and the dim morning light with the sun crawling up broke the sky wide open as gray and darkness both ran and pink and blue light broke over the horizon where two bicycles left on someone’s porch reflected the light as glittering spots of brilliant paint and I saw them glittering by the old tobacco mill the abandoned sheds and garages of days past where the two Italian kids played monkey games outside the ancient pizzeria while firetrucks and a police car sat idly in the sun - misted with the morning papers and the dewy glare of trumpet and hound while no one spoke a word and everything in a reverie of time and place with no limits just seemed to swim between things passing broadly over into something else ! and I knew at the moment that life was continual and without meanings and edgings and everything together ran into everything else wordlessly alive but kept apart by the square roundness of reason and thought and the UNIVERSE around us was also within us and we were as much a part of the light as the light was us so NO ONE uttered one beleaguered sound because QUITE SIMPLY no one knew enough to say ! and anything was wide enough to fit everywhere – ‘I’ve seen him eat dirt like it was sugar!’ ‘yes he doesn’t yet know any better’ – words crossed like wires on tap-poles of the overhead and I recalled Carl Sandburg himself singing out "all across the middle of the nation – the dream of rural electrification’. [So this little dream this moment of time this place this space – remembered now for oh so little.]