She sits with legs extended on a reclining chair
Enveloped in a swarm of them
They hover about her seemingly mindless
Disengaged
An index through her brow though
And the thick, silver-grey one
A thunder cloud
Vacates the space above her temple
Where it gingerly lingered before
A dozen white-cotton puffs now swirl
In fanciful fairy fashion
She smiles
The crease on her brow has vanished
Suddenly
The wind picks up a trail of fresh ones
Daring thoughts that challenge her
That she daren’t shape into words
But as the window slams shut they crash head on
They leave
A damp mushrooming shape
On the glass pane
Which heat sucks into nothingness
So they are discarded, lost
Quickly forgotten
Like the rushed, minute intake of breath following a sigh
She smiles
The crease on her brow has vanished
Vobarno, Brescia, Lombardia
August 21, 2011
They hover about her seemingly mindless
Disengaged
An index through her brow though
And the thick, silver-grey one
A thunder cloud
Vacates the space above her temple
Where it gingerly lingered before
A dozen white-cotton puffs now swirl
In fanciful fairy fashion
She smiles
The crease on her brow has vanished
Suddenly
The wind picks up a trail of fresh ones
Daring thoughts that challenge her
That she daren’t shape into words
But as the window slams shut they crash head on
They leave
A damp mushrooming shape
On the glass pane
Which heat sucks into nothingness
So they are discarded, lost
Quickly forgotten
Like the rushed, minute intake of breath following a sigh
She smiles
The crease on her brow has vanished
Vobarno, Brescia, Lombardia
August 21, 2011
