Sat Cross Legged Poem by Wayne Falconer

Imagine sat
cross legged
between two large
musical speakers.

Like the heavens
awaken anew
heavy rock was
laid thunder down.

Did sounds invite
the music ignite
blast apart my senses
wide bridge apart.

Who was the hippie?
Your rocking son
who worshiped true
at the metal altar.

The mirror image
possesses my mind
as I recall
so who rocked.

With heaven above
hells acre below
and I rock all night
all day lifetime long.

So imagine sat
cross legged man
wake to sounds
yeah lost and found.