Staying Power #170: "Here and There"
An original poem-in-progres + BONUS music track
One night, this past week, a house-rattling boom shocked me out of a deep sleep. I sat bolt upright in bed.
My first thought?
“We’re being bombed.”
That chilling experience had its roots in my profound concern about the hostilities in the Middle East. Images of devastation on the ground and missiles in the air haunt both my waking hours and my dreams. Writing this poem was one way that I tried to transmute the terrors of that conflict into life-affirming energy.
After I’d titled the poem, I suddenly remembered that years ago, during the Iraq War, I’d composed and recorded a piano solo of the same name. What inspired that piece of music were the many aspects of life that Americans and Iraqis had in common as human beings.
Writing and making music can also help change things.
I’ve included that solo track as a bonus beneath the poem.
HERE AND THERE Phyllis Cole-Dai Here the bomb that explodes at midnight is not a bomb but only thunder shattering the peace of windowpanes, and what remains after the blast is not the debris of my house or my town but only the rubble of my sleep, and the fighter jet that whines overhead is not a fighter jet but only the trick of a mind not yet awake and striving to make sense of violence raining down through the dark on this place, so far from the home of the enemy whose face is not a face, whose voice is not a voice, whose home is not a home but a crater in the ground, where much of everything that has ever mattered anywhere was once everywhere to be found.
Bonus: “Here & There” (original solo piano track)
From Child of All Earth (solo piano CD, 2007; 15% off in my website store with your Rafter discount code).
The Gentle Nudge
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Dear Phyllis, So moved by this poem. Echo all the sentiments expressed by others here. A wise person once said that we are living in a trance and need to awaken. That is how I feel when I see news from the ground and look around and see how we go about our own lives here, so detached, so unreal. How did we get here. Thank you, dear Phyllis.
I attended a jazz concert last night and went to bed with music on my mind. To wake up and listen to your "Child of the Earth" is yet another reminder of the power of music to change our feelings. Thank you dear Creative! Keep pouring your heart out to us! ❤️