Field Note, by M M Greco

I spent yesterday alone

With John Coltrane.

The sky was a blank canvas,

Low and sad after the rain.

He was the only company I could bear.

 

His horn’s air blew through me-

Filled the space under my skin;

A sheet-of-sound wetsuit.

He searched and I followed.

He wept and I listened.

He floated away devotedly,

Losing me as the bass rumbled.

 

A Love Supreme ended

For the third time

And I’d yet to find God

As he’d intended.

Though there was something else,

 

Because today,

On stairways,

Streets,

Coffee shops, and

Sidewalks,

I am unable to look them in

The eyes.