a long time waiting
should have been easy for her
visit this world
take a bow
an appearance make
take a bow
an appearance make
child's play
to
stir the pot
dim the lights
touch my back
change the damn temperature
waken the cat ....
visited by the ethereal & transparent all her life
she was sure.
i remember the tales of wraiths & the ceiling dwellers
in girlhood bedroom
beige, white-golden dancing
talking with her
teasing
teasing
with promises of strange dark travels
wisping in & out thru luxurious stucco walls
wrapping themselves in the rough, bark embraces
of those huge linden trees pillared alongside the house
she could pick up on the most subtle & delicious of ghostly signs
to her there was nothing benign
why can't i
what am i missing
is she there
am I too disconnected to tell
am I too disconnected to tell
damaged
not gifted
not gifted
have i missed the signs?
or
does she dwell closer
does she dwell closer
behind aqua eyes
barefoot with a fairy's reflection
