Even Here, Even Now

Even as the solitary gull catches my eye, sailing through soft gray light beyond the third-floor window,

Even while twelve dollars of beef and onion hoagie linger on my tongue, muted by the hard-to-swallow bitterness of an unpaid lunch break,

Even here, where the sterile office air flattens all scents into vague, clean, nothingness,

Even now, with bent back aching, and head itchy from second-hand headphones,

A song enters my ears, and forges with tender word and lilting melody a path straight to the depths of my yearning, human heart.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This poem was inspired by a strong emotional response I had when listening to this particular song at work the other day. I think it is the most beautiful arrangement of one of the most achingly beautiful songs I've ever encountered. Hearing those soaring melodies, while watching a lone bird wheel around in the clouds outside...it took me to a deeply special place. I hope you enjoy it too!