if someone walked by
they’d probably whisper,
check her breathing,
maybe poke her shoulder.
hello?, they’d say,
hello? hello…
from the other side.
whispering from a world
from which
she wasn’t a part
(not at the moment, at least.)
she’d gone for a walk
she had let them guide her
away from the wide gravel
and the structure,
into the quiet.
it’s funny how,
when she gave herself over,
as a release
to the “other” side
her right leg danced
her right hand twitched
but her hips moved
in perfect rhythm.
her passion was released
into the wild
where most would not understand,
not even those
who had shaped her soul
they lived in their minds…
(where was their soul…?
oh – of course):
it was with hers
on the other side
Yin and yang, dragon and tiger. Astral, material…spirit and logic.
Me, and you.