Place Of New Music Poem by Bill Galvin

This lot has not changed since I last walked it;
It certainly hasn’t moved any in ten years;
But the trees have sure gotten bigger and thicker.

It remains the same as when purchased
Twenty-five years ago, by the two of us;
Amid hopes and dreams for a future here;
As it turns out… not to be.

We still need to do that, though… have aspirations;
It’s good for our souls.
Sometimes it plays as our background music;
The dream, I mean, subconsciously,
As we work the daily stuff.

Sometimes, things don’t work out as planned,
Hoped for, aspired to, or dreamt;
Since Life, of course, will go its own way,
Regardless of planning, dreaming, or who we are.
Life can pull the plug right out of the wall,
Putting a stop to that background music,
Dimming the dream, or, killing it altogether.

But, since it is Life…
Then suffering and loss are a big part of it…
And after grief, anger, and pain are given their due,
It is crucial not to allow the spirit to grow jaded,
Not to close up inside, or close down the heart.

My soul is constantly being refreshed
By the Creator’s wondrous mountain views,
Or by meeting lovely folks on the valley trails below.
And my heart has always been in these highlands,
Nearby the soothing sea, with scent of balsam,
And with white birch and red maple trees.

I stand upon this plot of land
With new songs being written in my heart;
They contain the loving past, the here and now,
And a future worth being a part of.
I have named this little piece of land in Maine,
“Place of New Music”…
Soon, you will be finding me here.

I carefully unfold the wrapping on this new life,
And slowly lift open a flap on the box inside…

10-15-2015