by Lisa Molina
Not so long ago, people thought the
old relics died with new high tech ways;
compact, digital, not even tangible.
Streaming in the air, but only if you have
Wi-fi, not Hi-fi.
I remember well waiting months,
weeks, days for the release,
standing outside in moonlight
doors unlocked at midnight.
Oh, how I wanted that first one!
Taking it back to my dorm room
longingly looking at the cover art
foreshadowing the alchemy yet to come.
Finally, the cosmic moment-
Sliding the shiny onyx treasure
gently out of the sleeve.
Careful! Don’t smudge it with your fingerprints!
Setting it on the round table
as the diamond tip of vision
settled into that groove of grooves
to read and hear the
all while spinning round round round
hypnotizing the ears and eyes of my mind.
Sometimes, a revolutionary change,
for you knew this was The One
that would seal the legacy forever.
And now, these holy relics
are sought by collectors;
Special release dates! Alive again!
All so this new generation can
attempt to come close to the
sacrament of that first Receiving.
Some of us wise old-timers preserved
those holy relics of our youth on shelves.
These days they are precious stories to be
told and retold through generations.
And, for that, we are cooler than cool.
Featured in our September 2021 issue, "Nostalgia"