THE IN-BETWEEN WORLD
There’s an empty glass by a bottle and butts in the ashtray,
there’s a book that’s been dog-eared abandoned there too,
there are socks, one red mitten and an old silver tray,
and a bloodhound asleep that’s refusing to move…
There’s a garden, gardenias, and a half-empty pool
that’s been largely abandoned due to winter’s arrival,
and a barbecue tray and a chest full of tools
that have served as reminders of one man’s survival…
There’s a cat hiding, hunting, watching attentively
as a little brown bird finds her courage to land
on the driveway to feed but the cat quite intensively stealthily
readies herself, bird be dammed…
And then there is me, amused and quite thoughtful,
rehearsing the lines of a song I must sing,
rethinking old thoughts, some unkind, some unlawful,
but others of friends and of music that swings…
In-between buttons and ice on the river
that’s frozen in places and in others it’s not,
a narwhal appears with a unicorn’s shiver,
and my song seems to take off, untidy yet hot…
There’s the here, there’s the now, there’s the place
where you’re standing, or sitting or lounging about,
but there’s also a unique, hidden treasure my mates,
the in-between world among worlds inside out…
C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 25 DEC 2023 – Valencia, Spain
A BRIEF NOTE… We are so accustomed to seeing things the way we have been taught as children to see them that we have lost the power of creating a world, not of the imagination, but of a separate, and different reality, that surely does exist. The process of socialisation that we have all been subjected to has…hopefully…made us good, obedient citizens, but it has robbed us of the magic that God has spread all over the world. There is a world here and one there, but there is also one in-between. Hopefully we can one day scan the horizon before us and find it…
JaZzArt en València 