There are some
Moments
That are
Like indelible ink
On the inner
Eyelids
Of my mind.
One.
One hundred needles
Stuck into
My little less
Than two year old
Body.
They called it
Allergy testing.
I called it
Torture.
Two.
The first time
I learned
My poetry saved
The life of another
Human being,
Just by it being
Read.
Three.
Seeing Griffyn
From across the Library
For the first
Time,
Running in
Slow motion
To embrace him
And he me,
Saying to
One another,
“I missed you.”
Only to
Discover
30 minutes later,
We had
Never before
Met.
Four.
Loving Ellen
Just at the
Mention
Of her name,
Before I ever
Laid eyes
Upon her.
Five.
Being lead
On a guided
Visualization
Of the story
Of Zacchaeus
And the tree.
Looking over
His shoulder
And locking eyes
With Yeshua,
My Beloved,
And knowing
From that point
Forward…
I would NEVER
Ever be alone
Ever again.
Six.
Flying down
A lush green
Jungle valley
Toward a hidden
Valley,
Where Amazons
Lived,
And a queen
Was dying,
An a young
Girl inherited
Her legacy
With the Queen's
Last living breath,
As the high priestess
Screamed in
Frustration
A resounding,
“No!”
Seven.
Seeing my artwork
Hang,
In the Virginia
Museum
Of
Fine Art.
“Draped Illusions.”
Eight.
The wall beside me
Caving in
From a rip
In the fabric
Of space,
Being sucked in
And falling
Through
To the world
Of the Puma,
And living
Amongst them.
Nine.
The second grade,
Going to
The in-between
Place,
To the Heart
The giant ball
Of white light
Which took
Me years
To understand
That what I
Saw,
Was God,
And
What I felt
Was unconditional.
Ten.
Madeline L'Engle's
“A Wrinkle in Time.”
The planet of It,
Teseracting,
Charles,
The identical
Carbon cookie
Cutter people
With all
The same
Houses
And children
Who did
All the same
Things…
Still terrifies
Me.
Simply,
Remembering,
What once was
In no particular
Order,
Certainly not
In sequence,
But revealing
In its
Own
Way.
