A poem by Richard Dittami
on your mark,
The surface explodes into the air.
The explosion of
first night alone on the road.
First glass of wine, first kiss.
First best friend.
The smooth plane of life forever rippled.
Drops of equanimity falling back to the earth.
first urban walk.
First job, first pay,
first time the newscast takes a breath from your lungs.
First tears of rage,
first tears of joy.
First movie, first time music rumbles the heart.
Sometimes we are witness,
Other times water droplets cast into the air.