The Cup: Poem + Story
/After not going out to any open mics for well over a year, I went to the Tuesday night open mic at Shuffle for the first time. Like many of us, I had been living fairly isolated for months, not knowing when or if I'd be able to enjoy the communal goodness of being with others in a creative space.
It was the vibe of the week because it was only the night before I had participated in a virtual open mic and ending up writing this poem. But going out to be with people was a whole different story.
I only ended up going out that night because a friend of mine was in town and he wanted to check out this open mic he had read about online.
Not only did I get to see a few familiar faces I hadn’t seen in ages, I quickly made new friends and connections. It had been so long since I had been out and I was savoring it, staying until well after the show ended.
The next morning I wrote this poem to describe the experience. I call it, "The Cup."
Listen to the poem below.
I'd love to hear:
What stands out the most to you in this poem?
Have you ever had a night like this?
The pandemic has definitely been a huge lesson in how important these kind of connections are. I'm so glad things have shifted enough for us to gather in some form or another. I need this to feel my soul.
