Vinyl to Cloud

Joni Mitchell and Leonard Cohen…

Voided Ecclesiastics, and the whole Bible.

They reached the feelings I felt inside.

These two poets for my life, are liable.

They all voiced and validated,

Feelings and trails I had to travel…

The journeys I was to follow, the life

I was hell bent to unravel.

Like paving blocks, their poetry,

Built and paved the roads I followed,

Filling spaces in an empty heart,

I refused to leave, carved out and hollowed.

Wars, rebellions, life, and wonder…

Politics, death and true loves lost,

I found in them my eternal route.

Navigating this world at any cost.

My first maps were found on vinyl,

Then later, on eight-track tapes.

The routes were soon recorded again,

On cassettes, much smaller shapes.

My life directions next, went digital,

Appearing on paper thin CD Discs…

Then disappeared into thin air,

Onto jump drives with infinite lists.

Joni, and Cohen still guide me,

Although with cloud, I travel light…

Wisdom and real time road maps,

Are beamed from a satellite.