She lay in the grass
With her eyes toward the sky—
Wide from east to west—
And she why’d,
“What makes me different
from the rest,”
As a cloud floated by
Winking at the girl
Who could not fly.
Her daydreams fluttered
Like butterflies
And plans she made
Split the air
Likes bees darting
From flowers to trees
Not knowing what will come—
Even so—
Buzzing along.
As she listened to
The singing wind
Gather and rescind
Its voice
With playful grins
She learned a lesson
About coming close and
Tumbling back
Into the atmosphere
Where life continues
To breathe
Even in the midst—
In the absence of—
The things she thought
Would never leave,
Would always retrieve
Hidden places in her heart
Like brush strokes inside
A piece of art.
She felt the earth spinning
Like a merry-go-round
Flying from the ground
Into space
Where stars and moon
Recognize each face
As it passes along—
Singing familiar songs
Of the past and
The present and
The times in between
When young lovers hold hands
When old men and women kiss
And
When the choices we make
Change the fate
Of those who tread
Upon the dirt but
Do not touch
What is above the earth.
She felt her smallness
As a ray of sun—
Like hope—
Radiated and caught
The edges of
Glitter inside her skin—
The breathing life within,
And the way
All that made her “I”
Connected to all that
Was not of her
For the moments
In which her dust
Mingled among
The magic of life
And of hate and of love
And of wars and of lust.
Yesterday she felt a weight
Today a freedom came
Wherein Debussy still lives and
Elvis wiggles his hips
Where languages are many
Ideas are plenty
And the rhythm of
Being alive means
Saying hello and
Saying goodbye—
And still
The orchestra of
Nature and her melodies
Tumble low
Tickle her ear
While the voices of flowers
And of birds
Whisper secrets
Then disappear—
She understands
A marvelous truth:
Love expands our hearts
As hours grow the days
Disappointments are only silence when
Life is a song of praise.
—copyright Jill Szoo Wilson
(Photo credit: This poem was inspired by the beautiful work of artist, Elicia Edijanto. http://www.eliciaedijanto.com)
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