Her soul was an empty room,
pale green curtains billowing in
as the summer wind
brushed by the tall windows.
Could she birth a new day?
If you walk up the garden path,
lined with hydrangeas and humming
with solitary bees, pause a moment
to glance in the window of the house
as the curtain momentarily lifts.
You will see—
Nobody is home.
July 17, 2008