MY BEST FRIENDS

This afternoon I wore my dead father's glasses
At once the world became greener all around

Unheard music spilled and spiraled the intense air 
Rhapsody wafted like a healing balm

A bird beaked and bent the cage bars
Flew like a bird possessed into the beckoning blue

I watched it soar into the blue field overhead
Seeing it truly, as I wore my father's glasses-

A tinkling of bangles on my left arm-
My dead mother's gold bands clasp me softly

The rich metal, a glittering security
Their curled touch on my arm like a circular sigh

Each time I am gored
I hear the tinkling of my mother's bangles

Each time I fall
My father's glasses put me back on track

Two invisible ventilators
A life-support system unmatched.