I met a young woman in flight today,
Her long lashes wet with sorrow,
and eyes heavy with the world’s pain,
she bowed her head
to a parade of clouds dancing
‘long a rocky cliff-side,
below the sky,
wild and careless,
and “unaware” she said,
“unaware of me.”
Grey sleeves damp
and stretched in summer’s heat,
Brass ear rings shaped like moons
Shimmering in a pool of endless loneliness,
She asked, “Why me, God, why me?”
Her eyes seeking mine,
A stranger searching to be seen,
A sinking raindrop in an endless sea.
“Only you know,” I said,
“Only you know your truth,
So set it free.”
© Karen K.L. Espaniola, June 8, 2013
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