Part 2
(continued from HERE)
a woman in a rocking chair
her hair tied up in a scarf
the window is to her back
beams of sunlight shine through the window
just brightly enough to hinder slightly my full view of her
she's more than a silhouette
but i do not see her face
she rocks
her head leaned against the back of the chair
and tilted upward almost as if staring up into the sky
a sky that would be visible were it not for the ceiling above
yet she's more lost in her thoughts than lost in looking
by her side is a boy with curly blonde hair
perhaps 4 years of age or so
and in her arms a baby
the boy has his head leaned against her
her hand strokes his hair
she knows he's there but it's a saddish scene
though perhaps not - who knows
she's only partially present
or seemingly so
but the odd thing is the children change
first the boy and the baby
then two small girls around 2 and 6 perhaps
then a baby and a girl
changing
shifting the image
but the woman is the same
distant yet not
looking but not looking
not praying but almost
in this semi darkened basement
and my discourse continues
my chronicle of words and thoughts
and explanations
then the woman is gone
the children are gone
and i'm crossing over some rocks
intent on each step
tan suede hiking boots
the way the small boulders move and shift
as i walk my feet challenge the solidity
and they challenge my determination
each testing the other
the sound is crisp
the sound of the rocks
the crunch of stones and dirt
the dampness of earth
and i think of telling you of this
that's always the case
i see things most nights
most nights, likewise,
i say i will speak to you of it but i don't
day comes and i live another earthly day
© Rachelle
