at the sounding
of the first note
he was lost

the interaction
of sound
and air
and himself
undid him

before the second note
was struck
he had plunged forward
into the deep

a baby
awash in an amniotic space
surrounded with the promise
of richness to come

and he
a vast unfolding of self
with every exposed particle
of being
sensitized to receive

he waited
fully immersed
fully lost
entwined in the ecstasy
of expectation

© Frank Prem, 2017

May 2017 Poem #24: making a memento


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