I remember September, and those heady days of 1971 –
ok, vaguely –
before my sister was born and the world was mine alone.
Earth, Wind, and Fire –
always those horns
brought the sun on my skin,
Those harmonies –
take me to those early adolescent days –
tape recorder recorded versions
dancin’ in September
recorded from tinny AM stations,
to play back –
dancing in closed-door bedrooms in sock feet
to slide and try the disco moves I saw on Soul Train.
Even then I wanted to dance like that –
maybe not disco but with some kind of rhythm beyond the Cree drum beating in my heart.
funky and deep in my hips,
waking something in me I had seen hints of in my speeding heart beat
when cute boys
and some disco girls
were passing by in clouds of Herbal Essence
and Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific –
washed into feathered hair with gem-studded fingers
and gold-flecked water.
But those horns!
Those horns –
Sunshine in my soul.
Sunshine in my soul in spite of any other dark, oily creatures vying for my heart.
Do you remember…?
those horns –
that base line –
makes me smile for those late days of the disco decade
when all I wanted to do was
dance in September
when there was never a cloudy day…YEOW!
when love was here to stay.
© R. L. Elke