Spirit is here, sends
you her love,
wants you to know
she's sorry she had to leave
so soon. But says
not to worry,
she's doing fine.
There's something
about a scar, it's fairly new.
Do you understand?
She wants you to know
it's less of a monster
than you imagine.
Stare it down.
She says to perceive her
as a loyal emissary,
the part of you
that has gone on ahead
to clear the brambled path.
Your sadness
isn't necessary.
She's chuckling
because she adores
that she no longer needs
to be lifted, contained,
restrained or redone.
At times
she'll feel
an ache of desire,
to be
suckled,
fondled or kissed.
But mostly
those wants
are just wisps of the past.
At the moment
she's exploring Jupiter.
Soon she'll leap over
to Mars. She maneuvers
like a hummingbird,
rapid and strong.
There's nectar
everywhere she goes,
even in the stars.
excellence!
Posted by: mary ann | Monday, September 03, 2012 at 04:02 PM
Beauty, PJ. A real beauty.
Posted by: Harlan Lewps | Monday, September 03, 2012 at 09:47 AM
Oh my god this is marvelous.
Posted by: Linda | Monday, September 03, 2012 at 08:08 AM
Jane, this is such a great poem -- a brilliant idea to think of our separated parts as going before us, deeply felt with a light tone and so well written. I like the part seems to be thinking how the whole thinks the part might feel. Smart poem. Miss you.
Posted by: Jeff | Monday, September 03, 2012 at 12:15 AM