For Julie Andrews and ‘The Sound of Music’
[Note: Dedicated to Julie Andrews, the adorable Maria of the 1965 blockbuster film ‘Sound of Music’ and her rhapsodic mountain songs in the magical realm of Salzburg.]
In the majestic Alps, hope arrived
In the face of a mad swirl, a petite woman danced.
“The hills are alive with the sound of music,
With songs they have sung for a thousand years…
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music.
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.”
The church over the hill, the coarse land of nuns
The diktats of a religion, apathetic to the power
Of beauty and the pure bliss of love
Could not bind her, music in her fun-filled veins
Deep-fried, memorable bites, the spice and flavors
Of Do-Re-Mi, twirled in the sweet spring breeze.
Such spring ecstasy, I know, is a soft, slow waking
From virgin dreams born in the womb, a revolution
Dressed up in nature’s choicest jewels.
The spirit dance goes on, she melts into
The infinite, her pastoral home.
Teach me how to craft a universe in trembling, in joy
Teach me how to hold on to “raindrops on roses,
Whiskers on kitten, bright copper kettles
and warm woolen mittens”, as I walk down
Open the doorway to your stories.
I wipe away
My soot and my lack of color,
My nothingness, my beauty that died
In the womb, where all our dreams germinated.