Night Interior

The lights flee in the night as if afraid of their own shadow

awaiting the announcement of a  bombardment of fire-flies

Before the nighttime crumbles under the weight of daylight

a trumpeter awakens the droggy ones who fled the distractions

believing the hour had arrived for the challenge to be set aside

and await the Armageddon that would set them again in the world

As the blasted music builds to a tone from which blues exudes

patrons blabber complacent words searching for some hope

privileged to be the spokespersons for their temporary gods

I sit listening to the wailing sound trapped in the noisy air

restless as a spirit caged within a silent box

*Reflections of Alan Jones:

  -Dislocation prepared him for revelation and opened him up to new possibilities.

  -He simply woke up to the truth that he had only one life to live, that it wasn't a rehearsal, that we are mistaken if we think that we can stand on the sidelines of our lives and be spectators.

  -"Until you want the truth as strongly and passionately as you wanted that breath of air, don't come to me asking for enlightenment!"

  -"I finally understood what life is about; it's about losing everything.  Losing the baby who becomes a child, losing the child who becomes an adult, like the trees lose their leaves.  So every morning we must celebrate what we have."