Her Turn

The morning rose, yellow and lavender,

Calm and wet.

She turned from her misgiving window,

Paused in her musing doorway,

And passed across her grass lawn

As so many variations of her had done.

 

Perhaps it was the escort morning birds that

launched her.

Perhaps she had sufficient preparation at last.

Or perhaps her soul had had enough.

Certain of nothing but the momentum

She carried herself, confident,

Farther than ever before.

For the first time, she asked nothing.

 

At the first turn, the voices of the birds changed.

She felt herself release from urgency.

She spread herself, relaxed and broadened,

And passed her atoms among the atoms

Of all that was around her.

After that, she heard, truly heard

No voices but her own.

After that, there were no more turns.

About wkhardy

A long-time teacher, woodworker and musician who is now writing some ideas that have incubated for forty years -- ideas about WHAT SCHOOLS REALLY SHOULD BE!!!! And now, November of 2015, I'm posting poems and song lyrics from my book -- Once There Came A Thought.
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