Do you remember
the first time you walked past a mirror
and were startled from the shock
of your own beauty?
You didn’t mind at all
accepting the gifts the Gods had given
Taking credit for the strength and stride of those cruel powers
The world became your lover
Never alone,
but walled within, You left home pronto
running toward life’s desperation
and from your brother’s dreaded illness
Hypnotized by your own prowess, you sailed, mast high
forgetting sorrows sure pursuit
There was no cancer shadowing your future then
and no regret to stain your summer dress
When you strode through Central Park
eyes of awe and envy upon you,
I bet you never thought you’d come back home
to find redemption
while swimming in the warm pool
with all these broken bodies
G. Gray
7/17/13
