We lived in the Age of Aretha.
We stood on the deck of the ship
she sailed. We were lifted in her
updrafts when she beat her wings

and soared. She gave us more sky
to expand into. She broke the little
goldfish bowl we swam in and gave us
the sea. She stood on the mountain

and showed us there is no feeling
you cannot stand to feel. Your soul
is a song and it has no limits.
Wherever you are, Aretha, we hear you.