SHE

She
Was
My genetic match
I say
In retrospect
The one I was meant
To marry
To have children with
To make a life with
To live out my life
In loving joy
On the shores
Of some moonlit lake
Somewhere
In the Green Mountains.

She
Was
A runner
Whose picture
In the student paper
Made me say:
'That's the one for me!'
In all my
Grandiosity.

She
Was
The Metrobus
That hit me
In the school cafeteria
The first time I saw
Her
Pastel green dress
White anklet socks
All the beauty
God gave
Woman.

She
Was
The lightning bolt
In THE GODFATHER
The one that made
Michael
Flip head-over-heels
Over that sweet Sicilian
Who later
Blew up in his
Car.

She
Was
Being unable
To breathe
To talk
To sit still
To think
To make my heart
Slow down
After I saw her
For the first
Time.

She
Was
Italian
Off-the-boat Italian
And her voice
Was comfort
And knowing
And love
And understanding
And ready to break
Into a laugh
At any moment
At life in these
United States.

She
Was
Waiting for
Her
When and where
I knew
She would be
So my heart
Would stop
On sight of
Her
And time
And distance
Would change shape
All things happening
In the background
At a different speed
Than for her and
Me.

She
Was
Dancing
To 'Funkytown'
Moving to me
From across the floor
So she could dance
Right beside me
And make my heart
Stop.

She
Was
Writing
I love her
In chalk
On every blackboard
On every floor
In every classroom
Throughout
An entire university
Building
At two
In the morning
Drunk.

She
Was
That stunned
Unfolding
Awareness that
She
Had a thing for
Me
Like the thing
I had for
Her.

She
Stopped
The world
Bedevilled me
Messed with my head
Made me drink
To make sense of
Her.

She
Was
The reason
I went to
Italy
And learned
Italian.

She
Was
Lifelong obsession
Never leaving
My mind
For
Decades.

She
Was
Three hundred sixty five
Birthdays
To choose from
On which to be
Born
So she chose
My
Mother's.

She
Was
The mirror
That reflected on
Me
How far out
Of the game
I
Was.
© 2003 by Michael J. Farrand


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