Losing since her first breath
In a place of nowhere
Untouched alone and quiet
Eye to eye, thigh to thigh
What did she have to know
To wander from that sound
Choose was is or what could be
Playing happy, weren’t you happy?
Where did she have to go
To find a place of meaning
Unbalanced off the center
Dancing in the moonstruck shadow
Who lost this mystic lady
Missing from the place prepared
Heart, soul, pride, mind, god inside
It was all the same outside
Sifting words and thoughts
Wondering if any place could hold
Cultic songs and mystery
Incantation phantom signifieds
Freezing in the light of day
Releasing in the warmth of night
Virtue lying, leaving, dying
Fruit no sweeter than desire
When did she decide
To choose a greater passion
A swoon towards inspiration
Creation making wholer, bolder
But the center wouldn’t hold
Spinning sideways under
Unstable the foundation
Caught up by what was written
Mourning a creator
She let her hands say something
Shouldn’t let them do that
Creation making crafting, laughing
How was that so wrong
To feel and cry and not ignore
How does pain create things
Sterile happy ignorance
Where can she now go
Wilderness is what she knows
Consigned to barren deserts
We say it’s for her good
Where will you find her
Chosen path to nowhere
That’s where she’s made to be
That’s how he’s made to love her
Cindy Koch 