The Land of Oz

image by mymoderrnmet

by Calista Dirdja

Paintings are displayed, 
some custom quotes of yours are wooden-framed.
You sit on your favorite holy chair,
scratching lines on your canvas.
Contemplating how solemn you are,
I observe like a number one fan.
Dan Bejar’s music fills the entire studio,
spreading warmth to the entire corner.

Evening sunlight streams
through the window, and the clock shows 04.10 PM.
I open my journal; to him, I write a poem. 

Isn’t it too quirky?                                          you say.
No, it’s aesthetic.                                             I say.
Perform like a poet, I read my poem.
Does it sound bizarre?                                    I say.
No, it sounds fantastic.                                    you say.

We sing along on your small stage
with that dark wood guitar, I play.
All paintings are loyal audiences
cheering us to keep going until the finale.

This is perfectly perfect                                   I say.
Welcome to the Land of Oz                           
the birthplace of inspiration
where a dream is no longer a dream.
where happiness you find in every corner.
and all the impossible becomes possible.
welcome to the Land of Oz                             you say.
I recite it cheerfully,
welcome to the Land of Oz!