Last Wednesday afternoon
in the cosmetic aisle of the Broadway Duane Reade,
an ingenue, not unlike myself, was vocalizing
as if the back of the store were her own Ripley-Grier.
She motioned with a friendly wave
summoning me to her impromptu studio.
Come again? She glanced at my basket filled
with Throat Coat tea and Fire Cider. Confused
but not vexed, I approached. Can you help? she asked
thrusting dog-eared sheet music in my direction.
I nodded. And there in the back of a dusty pharmacy
with unforgiving lights and distorted acoustics
we joined in perfect harmony
feeling, in that moment, that we were
exactly where we were meant to be.
Lara is a chocolate addict, slacktivist and determined dreamer. A recovering attorney, novice nurse, and full-time mother of four amazing kids, she is exhausted and elated most of the time.