High Clouds of Heaven

In memoriam Neil Peart

Been catapulted backward,

Back to a time, a day

When only music mattered

And feelings could be freeing.

With levity, finding notions

Of a numinous force,

However muffled and slight,

Beginning to stir then. 

Today I’m remembering

A giant from that day,

Greater my correspondence 

To a different call,

Though minuscule my efforts.

I too kept my distance

But always engulfed in it,

I was wise to relent.

I’m wondering if he knew You,

Did he call out your Name

Or see You coming upon

The high clouds of heaven?

Or like me did he curse You.

In the midst of terrible,

Long trials, did he too dare scream

But then fall back, answered.

Gary Edward Geraci