you are loved

i haven't been doing a lot of writing these past few weeks
i am reading/watching/listening & doing what i can to stay sane in an increasingly frightening & confusing world
i rarely worry about not writing
i let myself go fallow
but i am always thinking of poetry & poets
it's an occupational kind of thing

i turned on the TV which is my habit when i am doing the various things around the house
i stayed away from news
flipped the channels & landed on a documentary of shakira in her comeback 2018 world tour
you know shakira she's part of the pair that just performed in the half-time super bowl show

i didn't know shakira is so freaking popular but what is keeping me watching [it is playing as i type] is the audience

the people love her i mean really really really fucking love her
they cry real tears of joy & happiness as they sing along to shakira's songs

i'm an old softy
i am reminded of that line by french poet & hero of the maquis rene char, in my country, we don't question a man deeply moved
& that an artist can bring so many thousands of people together in the palace of love & music is pretty fucking remarkable

i am making that remark right now
shakira on stage in song tells each one of her listeners
you are loved

absolute music

my country is the whole world
i am a man deeply moved