Crashing
Couldn't remember my password
for my retirement account
perhaps the universe protecting me
from seeing the damage
from a financial tornado
combined with a falling star
leaving shreds of money in its path
©2025 Noreen Braman
Crashing
Couldn't remember my password
for my retirement account
perhaps the universe protecting me
from seeing the damage
from a financial tornado
combined with a falling star
leaving shreds of money in its path
©2025 Noreen Braman
April 1, 2025
Recently, I’ve been gathering all my Poetry Month poems from my blog, to attempt to put them all together in one place, from childhood forward. What a project it is going to be – but, with a landmark birthday coming up, I feel the burden of time.
I got an inspirational kick in the butt by Herb Alpert, and his performance we attended at Lincoln Center this week. He recently celebrated his 90th birthday, on tour, and not missing a beat. We attended the second performance of the night for him (and never mind the many many performances he has been giving non-stop for several years now). It was the first time I have ever sat in a box seat, and it was perfect, because I could not stop moving. The on point music was memorable, the backdrop videos amazing, and Herb’s anecdotes in between were refreshing, humorous, and honest. To me, he epitomized “taking the bull by the horns” (so much meaning just in that phrase!) and living life joyfully and generously.
He represented, to me, the resilience I so often talk about in my well-being presentations, and how you need to cultivate resilience for the times when life is not so much fun. He not only brought me back to some of the best times of my life, especially the days of playing baritone sax and singing with a swing band, but also the idea that there is more to come.
Thank you, Herb Albert, for the years of delight, the inspiration to keep moving forward, and how music helps build our resilience.
My father, who died too early, loved the sound of Goodman
and a clarinet would be my companion for many years of learning
leading to orchestral bass clarinet, and then the swinging baritone sax.
While I listened for trumpets in rock-n-roll,
and I heard trombones in movie soundtracks,
I loved to find the baritone sax way down at the bottom
on every new type of recordings,
still feeling the vibration in my hands
humming along the bass line,
finding the notation for “Blue Champagne”
so many, many years later,
hearing every deep note in my mind.
©2025 Noreen Braman