Music festival

there aren’t a lot of times I’ve felt so safe

as at the music festival in summer

it’s just gettin dark, lyin on the grass

that smells fresh cut

but with all the dead bits brushed away

there’s that bit of lilting guitar

lavender country on the lavender sky

up

I’m looking

at

as the song ends and someone starts talking

this year’s been so lonely and I’ve been feelin

like  I’m floating

in space out of reach

but after the music fades out you hug me

and I feel

connected to the world again

and in a couple minutes I’ll cry

when that mean old lady

tells me that band’s lyrics are foul

but it’s okay I’m feeling tenuously

emotional right now

I can feel everyone’s emotions heartbeat

radiating through the ground

to the sound

of the bass

as I listen to your art palms up

eyes open to closedness

and laughter

and food smell - pizzas? wood fired?

and guitar smells

and tuning sounds

and fairy lights twinkling on

and vibrations of footfalls

and the resonance of the music blending in a 

Breathing Beating Living chorus

as I drift in and out of a kind of sleep

in the middle of the field

in the heart of the sound