Maria Mor

[At Okeechobee Music Festival] The light was a dim yellowish tone and the night somewhat cold. There were ropes of every thickness and length hanging from the tree trunks above. I could hear the murmuring chit chat at a far distance. Vintage seating housed the earthly surroundings. Pastel purples and blues decorated the village of closet doors encasing this sacred Tea Room. An indie folk melody tickled my eardrums alluring me into the other room where the care free souls scrunched on hammocks up in the starry darkness.

Cocooned by the leaves of palm trees sat the human version of Milo James Thatch from the movie Atlantis: The Lost Empire. He gazed at me through his spectacles and uttered softly: “Pick a word and I will write you a poem.” My hands tingled as a sense of urgency shot up my spine and into a wide smile. I felt nervous and I did not know why. I closed my eyes and pondered for the right word; A word that could embody the feelings raw and deep inside me. I said: “Spirituality.”

His fingers moved hastily upon the typewriter: Chik-chik-cha-chik-chik-chika-chik-cha-chik-Ding-ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip-Chik-chik-chik…….Chik-chik-cha-chik-chik-chika-chik-cha-chik-Ding-ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip-Chik-chik-chik…….

After a long ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip he handed me a small hand cut paper tattooed with red ink and signed D. M. Kingsford:

Could

Let us put aside

such trivialities as being, for the time,

that essence of us,

that yest born of growth pains and jobs

and bosses complaining about how we do them,

socks, mismatched or not

but being is a trickery thing:

extent and dismembered,

dissolved and repurposed,

give away the clay of your person,

then revel in feelings of weightlessness.

His art is with words and mine is with light. So with light and the beautiful Genna Walker, I wanted to write him a response to thank him for his time.

Komorebi

Sunlight filtering through trees

Aspectabund

Letting or being able to let expressive emotion show easily through one’s face and eyes

Elysian

Beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect

Psithurism

The sound of the wind through trees

Gibigianna

The play of light reflected from water; a sunlit area;figuratively, a woman who flaunts her charm or wishes to dazzle you with her elegance

Cynefin

A place where a person or animal feels it ought to live and belong; it is where nature around you feels right and welcoming

Faileas

Reflection

Ethereal 

Extremely delicate light; not of this world

Flâneur

One who strolls around aimlessly but enjoyably; observing life and her surroundings

Aeonian

eternal; everlasting

Belle âme

A beautiful soul,

~M