where you were, after
i would loved to have been there
woodstock in the sixties
i would have felt belonging with
the masses,
called to gather
becoming dazzled
accepting unending music
enchanting
the damp sweet air
becoming one with the mud,
the singers, dancers,
the lovers
i am that bird singing, perched
on the neck of an electric guitar
winging high upon rhythmic
rainbow skies, i am
over i became quite miffed
as to why you all left
all your garbage
i saw all of it
strewn about Yasgur’s farm
where you were.
…
—carol weaver © 2022
I could’ve gone, but I decided not to because of the lack of bathroom facilities😂