In only underpants she runs
outside
After a spring rain
To play on the wet lawn,
Drawing a halo of soap
With the huge bubble wand
Slung in a wide circle
As she spins on bare toes.
Then the child stands still in
the center
Of that universe she made
Arms outstretched in orans
Like a disciple in prayerful
awe.
The sun glistens
Through that transparent film
Making iridescent colors
shimmer
On the stained glass temple of
her body,...
Until air movement strains
The fragile structure and it
pops,
Showering tiny bubbles around
her
Like snow.
written
11/04/2012 published in 2013
Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review
This is gorgeous. This is also my favorite type of poetry - to find the sacred in the profane (that is, everyday). I also loved the accessibility of the language. Excellent.
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