anointed by Allison brigden

​Sunlight streams unabashed through security bars and pocked panes
pooling on time-tinted lino, worn threadbare
by slippered feet.
 
Piano, upright if not grand, yields to bony fingers
coaxing a many-hued melody
from black and white.
 
Notes undulate in chalk dappled swells, flooding salty pores
skating through veins, my cells
ripple in recognition.
 
Bass tones sing to serpentine spine, unfurling limbs, my hand dips
cupping air wherein the dust of days
swim like fireflies.
 
Violas, imperceptible at first, crescendo, muscle fibers
join the chorus carry my arm skyward
an oceanic tentacle.
 
Gravity tenderly tips my palm, fireflies cascade
drifting down, washing over my upturned face
 
I
am 
anointed.