I was there
and couldn’t figure out
exactly what
she was speaking of
what she was seeing
then looking
through her eyes
I was able to grasp on
something
an elusive
something
holding on to it
suddenly I was
submerge
by a chilly feeling
out of joy
I started crying
I was seeing it
I was seeing the beauty
she was seeing
I saw myself
© Marie Cornellier 2012
Images de femmes, Mordecai-Richler Library, Montreal, March 3 – 18 2012