HURDY GURDY MAN

By John Thomas Tuft

There was a first one. There always is. Nobody knows who or where or when. Nobody knows why. But then again, each and every one of us knows why. Maybe it was lightning behind a rainbow. Perhaps thunder rolling down a canyon then echoing back again. Maybe someone looked into the eyes of a newborn child and saw the reflection of forever. Sparks in a fire snapped and popped and soared into a blanket of stars while nightingales performed a doxology. Two humans drew near to each other and felt the pulse of the earth hesitate while some strangely…