February's Longing

 

 

 Full of Longing:  For Barbara G.

 

like a flower cloud crushed by pewter sky

that tucks       rolls her precious petals

before timid trail of trellis    to reach for sun

she craves

i am

 

spider woman dragging a bulbous body

full of yellow yolk     beads battering

against thin-skinned division between

out and in

she craves

i am

 

woman walking prayer circles of widow’s walk

waiting       wishing   for wink of returning boat

listening      leaning into surging sea for sounds of oars

she craves   

i am

 

angry woman      full of fight and flight

thickening tongue      hands full of paint and passion

releasing tension and trauma      putting down her pen

and pushing away her paint brush      to gain last answers

she is

they are

i am

we are

 

that full of longing

 

©Carol Desjarlais 7.3.13

 

Barbara, my sweet Maine neighbor.