Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hushed & Slowly Coming To

She feels her feet beneath her, but
lilting above the return,
still in the clouds' own landscape,
soft, so soft.
Below, the steady flare & flash of duty,
normalcy, usual, routine,
but dulled, still,
by the veil of transition, a mere whisper denied by the thrilling
melody of memory, impression,
sound, fantasy, all at once &
everywhere. Experience flows through her,
a clear pure outpouring,
cascades without shape but cool,
passing one hand to the other,
circling again, resounding, drowning out the summons,
rinsing off (for a rare few moments more)
the palms and voices pulling her down,
seeking her. Far away is she, yet,
where the road loops & loops again,
the hedges caping every turn, throwing
leafy promises, glistening with
the past, the present, and the imagined.
Away she is, where accents transport her
inward, backward, & call forth
someone inside who has been waiting. The stories can't be told while she is still listening within.
Her heart beats, breaks, bursts,
then again, too full, so fine, fervent with response, and she can only yearn to who and where she was
until her voice returns.


[all photos mine, taken at Chatsworth, Monday, July 6, 2009]

5 comments:

beth said...

wow...and she looks just like me when I'm naked....hee hee !

Cindy said...

Welcome back Toni, the photos are fabulous, all I can say is lucky you to have seen them. I marvel at the work that goes into them. Oh p.s. I look nothing like them naked...lol...lucky Beth!

Holly said...

Stunning. Truly. You are home! Sigh.

Mark and Patty of Crystal Pyramid Productions in San Diego said...

Lovely! ah

Cam said...

You captured her essence with your words, just as the sculptor did with his tools...

Hauntingly beautiful, Toni!