A Poem a Day (549): Hyde Park

A poem about a pretty awesome day last year. 
 
Hyde Park
 
There’s sand in the hourglass,
but we choose to ignore it,
shaking our ass in a London field
booming with the mellow sounds
of Pearl Jam jamming in the breeze.
 
A cacophony of sound, layers upon
layers, our voices humming like bees,
faces grinning, bodies swaying,
heads dipping. Like birds of paradise,
our little feet stomp out a tune.
 
We embrace a precious moment
in time, step into it, feel it wash
over us, a warm shower of notes,
and we live it full-out for an hour or two,
all the stories inside these songs,
at one with the people we know,
the people who know us,
and we’re connected in this dance,
in the pure joy of it. A shared
emotion. And we forget the hourglass
and the sand shaking inside.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 18, 2023