The Cello Recital

It wasn’t long ago.
It was just yesterday,
Hours ago, but it felt

Like it was already
Long ago, even as
It went on, August sun

Outside the wide windows
To the woods, the cellists
All young and competent,

The saturated notes,
The saturated light.
Or, that’s what someone said,

Besotted with the thought.
No, replied someone else,
It didn’t feel like that.