Fireworks 2- Emotional Life (C)

Sunday morning and I must face the chaos of yesterday,
reread and fix – why is it so difficult to face my emotional
storms afterwards – just now I washed dishes & danced
to a German Tiroler song, just as I wrote the first line the
Regensburger Domspatzen - Schlafe, mein Prinzchen -
in heavenly notes and I left the world on the melody

To rise to super dimensions of pure consciousness where
no physical body exists, merge with the lullaby to become
one with the theme echoing in the sacred silence of inner
space, the voices fading away & I return to the computer
forced by the cold wind to don warm pants and faded blue
jersey – now compelled to look at previous journal entries

Thus look at myself as revealed in all these emotions –
but then a call comes reporting a robbery at my eldest
daughter’s flat – tears and distraction after we watched
Ellen Degeneres being generous on TV and all is quiet
then suddenly, my beloved the head chef getting ready
to barbecue and all in the kitchen where the computer,

the radio and I love to be alone with celestial music –
another German song stroking our ears with a swishing
schw-sound, time to prepare the vegetables so no time
to look at my previous writings - ah well, being willing to
edit my own messy writing already scored points within
my emotional life….