HOVERING BETWEEN HEAVEN AND ANOTHER

She looks out her side

of the car window

not really seeing the white blurs

of Queen Anne’s lace

or here and there

the Blackeye’d Susans

displaying their yellow

petaled plumage and every

one winking at her

In acknowledgment of her secret.

 

The here and now

is dream-like.

A foreign feeling,

driving along this

highway as she has

countless times with him.

Her disconnectedness is

palpable. She is vacant,

pre-occupied…

her concentration is nil.

 

The long-buried

essence of her has been

unleashed to hover

somewhere between

heaven and another.

She has hyper-awareness

of recent memories

flooding, sharp and acute,

playing themselves over

and over in her starving mind.

 

The simple act of a thumb

gently wiping away a tear.

The rough hands and fingers

sweetly caressing her hair.

The utter gentleness

of new eyes gazing

down and deeply into hers.

Seeing absolute love in their depths.

Seeing completely through

to where her soul meets his.

 

But today..this day..this empty day

She looks out her side

of the car window,

not really seeing the white blurs

of the Queen Anne’s Lace

or here and there

the Black Eye’d Susans

displaying their yellow-petaled

plumage and every one winking at her

in acknowledgement of her secret.