She sits,
legs crossed ever so lightly,
her eyes so alert,
back straight up sharp
and radiance emanating 
from all that she is.


the day so simple
that a thousand dark detours
could not 
set me off this path 
of love.


did ever such a 
light
cross this sky
before?


she is grace,
she is free;
her face 
it holds
a thousand dreams,
and each
be brighter 
than the next.




for MCC