She loves the feel of soft things,
Summer heat kissing her skin
With constellations,
Tesselations of conversations
Each reflecting in on themselves
Folding within her heart
Then reaching outward
Emptying themselves in her mind.
She compresses sadness and anger
Until joy seeps through
Straining the dark against the light
Until light cloud cover and storms
Stream through
Threatening to drown
Even this impossibly strong swimmer.
Her mouth is open
Her arms outstretched for something,
Somewhere worth being herself
With no delusions of value
She reflects her inner beauty
Her work, a refracted cascade of light
Seizing shadows and arresting hearts
Putting into motion a life
Greater than the sum of her experiences
And silencing forever the voices
That tell her she can’t.
Moonlit Poetry 