Talking with my beloved in New York.
He tried to inform me of the latest news.
But I didn’t want to listen.
I prefer not to know.
It makes me feel better.

A love supreme, A love supreme.
He played that song this morning.
I like Coltrane because of him.
I don’t pick up on all the nuances of the music.
I just find the music soothing.

This is the earth?  I said to him.
He looked at me crazy because I had interrupted his news commentary.
I told him to continue.
I tuned him out again.
I began to think about the state of the world.

I know but will not tell.
How all the information he’s telling me makes me sad.
But I listen because I like to hear his voice.
His voice is just like jazz music.
It soothes me.

You rise.
I watch you pace the room.
I can see in your face that you feel very passionate about whatever you are saying.
You look at me and ask a question.
I just look back at you and smile.