A connection with
from long, long ago.
A person who was not a prominant note in the soundtrack of my life
but one who hovered in the perifery
circles of lives barely intersecting
heard about me through
a name woven lightly amidst
stories of other people
and other times.
One who did not, along side me,trudge through the mud and growth
of my life
But could, from that vantage point
see the splatter that occasionally happened as I ran rough shod
through my own story.
to be honest, I was not always sure liked me very much.
A man eater
I believe was a term applied to me.
A moment, I'm sure, long forgotten.
And despite the shadow of one of
on the outskirts of the
production of my being
Wise. Determined. Outspoken. Willing. Inquisitive. Driven. Intuitive.
Some of those qualities scared me.
Caused me to wonder
caused me to
cower just a little.
A million years ago.
Not knowing that
while big hair
blue eye shadow
Valley Girl sang on the fm radio
had perhaps been
and lay dormant in the safety of years and years.
A gift having lain unwrapped and unnoticed while life progressed.
Only to offer the possibility of