She is (a friend)
Possibilities are –easily
encountered ….
You’ve…
come across… My friend
She is dear clearly near to me
I’ve not seen her –
now …
in years
Though we would speak
Occasionally..
.. …. I’ve not seen
Nor
heard a word from
‘She’.
A musician –
a pianist, a vocalist.
You go the list & lengthen it.
Oh.
Why-
Yes,
she listens.
She hears voices,
footsteps,
sounds,
The sound that waves.
She knows sounds waves.
She has sonar, receives these sounds–
as they
vibrate
&
ricochet
through halls,
the way
she ….
Moves through
halls. Always moves through.
As she has done and will do.
I wonder now —
where her foot- it falls
Where her steps
they stride
She was ready to step outside
Be on her own
To those around — she was known
Known for not
“seeing”.
But my. … Could she -see things. Not things per se
But if you were to say,
“Hey Phil!” I would turn and face
She would softly say,
“oh, there’s so and so”
I’d smile –
more wide than she
could ever see
She would never see
By your standard
But she could ‘See’
Believe me — she could see
She directed us …
corrected us when we went
off path
she knew all the math
through the campus
She had maps in mind
that you will never find
She knew and I’m sure she knows
She could —she can
Sing– as song is meant to be
Chirped, she sang with bird
She sang on stages
She knows why those birds in cages
Bellow -she knows Angelou
Maya or at least why a
Bird sings
so well…
She knows so well
What she meant to me.
She’s meant to be.
You hear her voice
But listening distinguished her
