Rock Concert

My Aging Limbs
Long to Sink
Into the Comforting
Grip of the
Seat Beneath Me,

But All Around Me
The Others Are
On Their Feet,
Energy from the Stage
Insinuating into Their
Twisting Torsos and
Flailing Young
Limber Limbs.

Onstage the Magician
Musicians’
Fingers Fly and
Arms Dance,
Seducing Sound into
Admissions of Pleasure
Beyond Guilt.

I Enter
The Mystery,
Where I Am
Told by The Maker of
Limbs and Torsos and
Music and Magic and
Pleasure,

That This Is
Every Bit
The Worship of
All That Is

That Every
Holy Hymn
Aspires To.

(Photo by ActionVance; UnSplash)