FEAST

Feast

Today I have full round of feast,
sounds and drumbeat for those
who don’t love music,

for me, nostalgia rivets
Music and melody and memory
steeped in glittering vibrations,

of compact discs,
vibrancy rotates in notes and nodes,
voices envisioned to a dim past,

The egg omelets slip off my plates,
jerking at my jauntiness,
my three year old playing ping-pong

weaves a rhythm to the tune,
toast to the drum beat,
disc lost in enchantment, winds.