Brown Bag Special

The walks are different but still the same
The masses gathered for this deliberate game

Serenely we began and build to delight
The birds flock to their feast of the night
They move in inexplicable joy and are gone
Languidly the comforter moves to pull us in
She caresses and rocks us into hypnosis
But it is she that needs this company
Words that cannot be spoken are thrown silently
She begs us to heed her beckoning
As if time were the enemy of her distraction
She loses, but still we long for her when she's gone

Don Quixote's windmills replace the lost comforter
The windmills split to claim opposing ground
Conflicting views that are dissimilar only in communication
Momentarily they regroup to join hands
They display their wares and reasoning for the other
Some see and dance in unison of the enlightenment
For a moment they agree and are welcomed
Giving birth to a new dimension of expression
Expression's baby struggles with the new life line
Twisting and turning the fight continues
The giver of life, ever patient, selflessly proceeds
The young child finally opens herself to sustenance
As they become one

The harlots uniformly in rhythm frighten them away
And seduce the masses to a darkness
Keenly aware, we watch with a guilty pleasure
They are the new sirens with no voices
Only movement and emotion stake a claim
The stage is set for one
She clearly wants the darkness more than any

Angels descend to combat the evil of the night
But they are not without their own malice
They long for each other's embrace
But they deny the request that burns in their hearts
Around and around they search for reconciliation
But none can be defined before they ascend again

The king leads his court to play the feast
The sprites of the evening spread their charms
The princess shows she is of the people
As she assumes the lead of the king's players
The king returns and allows the festivities to continue

A young woman sits lonely to one side
She is perhaps the Cinderella of this ball
But her timidity conquers her unbelievable beauty
She longs for the opportunity to share
But is quietly content to know her own heart
But oh! For that chance she might give her own life

Instead, the beautiful people take the spotlight
They move with the energy and confidence as of yet undiscovered by the lonely girl
They create a kaleidoscope of wonderment
And frighten with delight their captivated audience
They lull them into submission with their anger
But they digress as quickly as they arrived

The foreigners replace them with refreshment
They are confusing and amazing at the same time
Pulled in all directions by unseen forces
Creating and breaking bonds in a single breath
Passionately, the pendulum swings in time
As they retreat in similar fashion to give way
The time they deserved belongs not to another

An adequate replacement as are they all
She creates illusionary effects with a flick
Her body sending a message beyond her reach
She touches all with encompassing vigor
And suspends our collective reality for a moment
A moment so brief we long for closure

The finale of this feast builds anticipation
Time warped, the crickets begin their chirp
Chirping in time together, then separately
In organized chaos they throw themselves about
They intoxicate in entirety with their sound
Interlopers join the charade and are welcomed whole-heartedly

The feast transcends, enlightens, educates
The masses leave with a better understanding of themselves
The celebration is not over
It is merely suspended