In those days,
she saw everything
through artless eyes, in ways
others never imagined; like the
sparkly filaments connecting the stars
that freewheeled through her senses.
She was convinced somehow, that
imagination was a facet of the
Creator’s image,
and that regardless
of all she was feeling, it
only mattered what she saw…
.
A leaf in the wind
a speck on the glass
she saw what she wanted
this innocent lass
she saw the whole world
in a small grain of sand
she held with delight
in the palm of her hand
.
I remember
her never being like
the others growing up,
never expressing like they did,
nor did she imagine as they did.
From childhood, it seemed,
she was a vagabond seed,
(in life’s garden) always
searching for a place
to plant herself, to
root, and to find love…
.
Free-spirited girl
she’d search every day
she’d drift and discover
with little to say
she’d see the whole world
in a small drop of rain
she’d hold as a gem
in a palm without stain
.
Oh, how she’d
marvel at times when
sunshine filled her room -
at various angles - and how
in the afternoon it would
form shapes dancing
on the walls she
pretended were angels, sent
to guard her, to teach her, and
as daytime faded into nighttime,
she would sing to them softly,
.
Stay here my lovely’s
protect me tonight
the sun is retreating
soon gone from my sight
in spite of my sadness
and all that I’ve keened
you still give me eyes
to see the unseen….
.
She’s often content on stormy days now, she told me… that way,
when she’s in the rain alone walking, no one will ever see her tears.
.
richard lloyd cederberg
7/2019


            Between the Cracks