is beauty superficial?

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

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