Poem-A-Day: Day 7

Meditations on the Chi-Lites

Have you seen her?

Tell me,
have you seen her?

The wild eyed goddess
dancing out of control,
mine.
I laugh,
snapping my fingers
and whistling Dixie.

Have you seen her?

Tell me,
have you seen her?

It’s the same sad tune
I’ve sung for years,
humming
and talking
of the lost years
left leaning on myself.

Have you seen her?

Tell me,
have you seen her?

There is resolution
in knowing at the very
least,
I have
known something,
if barely anything.

I have seen her.

Tell me,
have you seen her?