I cannot believe it

I just can't believe how much it hurts

to watch the Bee Gees' One Night Only 

concert on TV. As if the Seventies 

weren't a decade 

of missed cues and dread.

Yes there was that.

But also love love love

with those broken hearts.

As if that time

had been a kind of heaven for me.

How deep was my love?

There were 9 or 10,

each eternal, each, 

one by one, took over the center

of my life.

I also hitched a ride to Istanbul, Paris, 

Barcelona, Rome and Athens 

twice during that time.

I lived in a tiny village on Crete 

one November.

I cried for McGovern.

That precious time.

I knew then it was precious.

I knew everything is temporary.

Everyone who jumped to her feet 

when the Bee Gees sang any 

of their six straight hits,

understands the mystique.

Those seventies.

One Decade Only.

When everything important 

had to happen to you.

How the years blew away--

balloons adrift from that party--

those rambling, riveting hours.

And now this mourning, this 

Tsunami of grief

delivered by the Bee Gees.

I cannot believe it.