Rite of Passage
Enchanting.
She
looked like someone I knew well.
Long
dark hair tied back with
reckless abandon,
cascading
like a gentle mountain stream
over
soft rocks and bruised acorns
in the
month of May.
Exhilarated.
Going
everywhere and nowhere
with the
urgency of a yo-yo
on a
tight string
in the
month of May.
Succulent
and hungry.
Yielding,
looking for someone
to give
her love
and
bring her black-eyed susans
in the
month of May.
Frightened.
Smiling
and crying
in the
sensual jungle of nowhere
that
knows no seasons of forgiveness
in the
month of May.
Alone,
feeling
sunshine on her back
and
numbness in her soul
she knew
it would be
a long,
fast summer
in the
month of May.
While
a practicing psychologist, Sandy specialized
in
working with troubled teenagers.
This verse
was
inspired by one of her clients.