Monday, September 6, 2021.
when I get a little scared
a nighttime vigil took place
in the cathedral of my soul.
Laura, a writer, and a little boy
were seated with me in the pews.
Laura didn’t stay long; I saw her
briefly before services even began.
the writer however, stayed for
the entire vigil. he brought
several of his books with him.
the guy wrote books as if he was
making a cup of coffee. I flipped
through the pages of a philosophy
book, another on history and
a book of poetry.
after the vigil the class started
but because the little boy
arrived late to services
and wasn’t registered, the
instructor said he couldn’t attend.
the teacher was steadfast but
I insisted and eventually the
instructor allowed him
this benefitted everyone
because the boy was a
concert pianist; he played
exquisitely for the entire class.
a piano was located at each end of the
auditorium and somehow, the
boy played the two at the
I had to leave early to go find Laura
but before I left, I walked up to the boy
and told him his music was divine;
I was proud to have him with me.
as I left the auditorium to
begin my search for her, the
background music playing in
the hallway was the Tegan and
Sara song that goes, “when
I get a little scared, when I get
a little scared…”
Stereo Stories #680