Musical Moment
Carol Cribbet-Bell

The window of the chapel is cracked open
And Spanish words dance out
On the trails of pungent smoky incense.
I stand on tiptoes
And peer inside
A mariachi band clothed in black suits
With shiny silver conchos is
Strumming strumming strumming
Violins, guitars, guitarons.
Music and words catch the beat together
And ride long On the high notes of Las Mananitas.
Echoing,
       echoing,
             echoing
Off the plastered adobe walls of San Pedro Chapel.
From my outside view
I can taste the sweetness of it all
And feel nourished by the musical aroma of faith.
Reluctantly I turn to walk home
In the dark, cold November evening
Already missing this Mexican celebration
And the song shared with me.
As I travel through this life and grow old
I wonder if someday a stranger might stand on tiptoes
And peek through my window
And feel captured
By the musical spirit that reside there

 . . . . A gift from Fran Weissenberg "
As I progressed in school, the tree grew. When I got to college the tree could peek through my window." Thanks so much!

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