Now She Knows
We call certain things the
mysteries, the biggest probably
is why we fall in love but next to
that is what happens after,
when our bodies give way
and our souls move into the
source, if that is what happens,
I make no claims of knowing
but she does, sweetheart of
pies, she knows now, and in
her best form, she will write it
all in invisible ink, write on the
clouds between the stars on the
dark side of the moon behind
aurora borealis in raindrops and
snowflakes rising over waves
under and around lake ripples
write it all so we would know if
we could and in our tears today
she writes what she knows
For Karen
by Nancy Taylor Day
June 16, 2011