the Bridge School

she took me to the Bridge School fund raiser
when they played jazz in the aisles.
i loved the music as it nosed the shoreline and tip-toed
in youthful slippers
into the surrounding amphitheater.
and the kids loved it, also, as their parents danced to
a suspected Neil Young song and tried to sing
A Horse with No Name, but that was America.
wearing a high-collared jacket,
David Bowie sat on stage with his acoustic guitar,
Major Tom commencing countdown by his side,
an electric bass already communicating in his hands.
they were all waiting for the trip into outer space,
but stayed for the entire performance
which was designed
to help heal a sacred inner space,
either physical or otherwise.
and above us only skies.
they knew you had to have Heart and a caring soul
and they did, both sisters laying it down
for the introduction of Tom Waits
who waited on stage with a microphone
like a king of the musical world
opening the royal door for
Queens of the Stone Age
who were seen turning another lovely page
with their tailored jackets and trimmed hair.
a young girl in her special wheelchair
keeping time with her head
stayed for the entire performance
which was designed
to help heal a sacred inner space,
either physical or otherwise.
and above us only skies.