What Slumbers: A Poem That She Wrote On A Plane
- I Am Not
- Jul 1, 2024
- 2 min read
It was November 2022, and my pretty girl had just returned home from our time in California. It was a great vacation that we spent in and around some of our old haunts in the Mojave Desert. We saw great sights, had delicious food, took in interesting art and of course, we had the best conversations imaginable. I'm always on a high in the days that follow our time together and judging by the text that she sent me the day that she got home, she was on a similar high, for she had written a poem for me on the plane! I'd thought that I'd posted it here, but I hadn't. I'd only written a draft of the post. I'm glad for that because I've had so much time to reflect on that trip and now her words mean even more to me now. I love the certainty and confidence she displays in this poem. I love that she confirms that she is a wholly functioning person even when we are not together (I would want it no other way), but what I love most is that she notes that when we are together, her soul is alive. I feel the same way when I am with her and this is further proof that we equally and eternally-yoked. For someone who claims to not be a poet, she sure does write beautiful poetry. Her text to me read as follows:
Ohhh, I wrote a poem on the plane! I'm not a poet, but I wanted to get some thoughts down. Here it is...
A poem for you...
What slumbers in our absence?
Is it my self-worth?
No.
I know of my worth.
My day to day worthiness, self
evident in mirrors and intentions; in
my ancestry and my stories.
Is it my passion?
No. My passion radiates back at me,
reflected off the people I inspire...it
shines up at me from artistic
creations.
Is it joy?
No.
How can that be when I smile
through my days and delight in the
simplest of things? A passage in a
book...the voices of my
neighborhood.
Is it my faith?
No.
This love sowed over eight years
harvests beliefs in kismet and
serendipity...
It has made my an eyewitness...
gazing unflinchingly at a bottle filled
with lightning.
Perhaps the question is, what
awakens in our togetherness?
Dear lover, I believe what awakens
is the place within me where I store
your sidelong looks, your laugh,
your concern, your smile, your love
for me
Is that place memory?
No.
That place is my soul.
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