I think I missed out

somewhere on wild fields

and lazing in grass

as the music played around me

in Woodstock, back in ’69.

The closest I got to such

an Earth shattering

and open eyes moment

was sprawled out

near a cliff by Petit Bot

or perhaps in the bed

of a woman who would

never have made it back

alive from the scenes in Woodstock,

far out man, far out woman,

both gone for a while

as Janis Joplin

or The Who played out