Revelation

The couch beneath me is old

The cappuccino machine across the room?

Younger than I am

For a moment I forget why I’m here

Coffee? Conversation? Company?

Feedback from the mic grates against my eardrums

While patrons chatter with excitement

One performer, two performer, three

Each one weaving words with artistic grace

The first lights a spark

Second sets down the tinder

Third fans the flames

I am pulled aside for a moment

My attention drawn to my heart

I lace my fingers through his

As he asks if I want to leave

I tell him no, It’ll be over soon

But really I want to hear what they have to tell me

About myself, themselves

Heat and emotion mingles with smooth laughter

An amused look from my other half

Is met by a smile

Sweet words warm those who hear them

While leaving my bitter drink growing cold

The personal glances of an impersonal audience

Draws me inward

Old dreams reignited with the hope of a future

I thought was lost

It’s only when the fourth artist speaks

With a dancer’s elegance

Something inside clicks

Connects

Bringing tears to my eyes

A future realized