In Junior High Band,
near-sighted and gangly,
I played fourth clarinet,
pretty much all one note.
I didn’t know where to put my feet
or my gaze, didn’t know nuthin’
except life had to get better
because out of my sight,
stars were shining, writing, painting,
singing, sailing, climbing, running,
laughing, dancing, flying,
and calling me on on on.