Bridge School fund raiser

she took me to the Bridge School fund raiser:

inside, a band played soft rock in the aisles.

i dug the music!

it nosed my mental shoreline above tree line and foamed

the entire auditorium with leafy autumn cheers,

and the kids loved it.

noise was everywhere.  rules were being broken as the children 

stood on their seats and

the parents danced to

a suspected Neil Young song and attempted to sing

A Horse with No Name, but that was simply America.

then, wearing his customary high-collared jacket,

the invited special guest was introduced to energetic applause.

David Bowie broadly smiled as he sat on a bare stage with his acoustic guitar,

Major Tom commencing countdown by his side;

they both said they really wanted to make the grade.

we were all waiting for the trip into outer space,

but stayed grounded for the entire performance.

we pledged to heal our sacred inner space

without wearing excessive makeup, except for Bowie.

he repeatedly assured us that 

above us were only skies

and we’d soon know which way to go.

he kept laying it down for the planet Earth,

which was blue.

we raised a good deal of money for the Bridge School that night.

later, i heard Bowie was invited to return and has already accepted.

It’s time to thank him.