Closer to the Sun
I saw her in a Mothering magazine. The most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen. So breathtaking, it almost hurts to look at her.
I cannot tell you why her face seems so familiar, or why I tore the page out, though I don’t even know her name. Cannot say, why I cannot look away.
There are no words. Only the sound of moving water. I am alone, and have come to sit beside her. She has named the birds and animals, and they are gentle in her presence. She smiles, and I am closer to the sun. Her eyes are reservoirs her heart feeds joyfully.
She sticks her feet into the water, and waits for me to follow. I ask no questions. Her eyes have told me everything.
Now I understand the longing, beneath the pile of discarded sorrow ~~~ to hold the ripening fruit, before the years of bittering. So sweet; the apple before the fall.
LBM 8/5/06
