The Chilean Woman

 

The place of being

When irides meet

Where the sky strokes the earth and time is immemorial 

And expectation harbours danger in every exhalation

But where would you be without

The adventure of finding

To receive what senses give

In that natural alignment

The wave as it passes through 

Arouses meaning and desire

Disturbs blood and sheds it too

Hot to touch and hold

It evaporates like clouds unable to house

Assembles into something it is not

A dissembling

But that is not the truth or end of it

Admit what it is you don’t want to lose

And choose this invitation

To speak that which is within

Only you know

From that first fledgling moment

You saw her

Poem written December 2017

Copyright 2016 John Williams