I’d thought it idea only or myth, but I met her
Anima, the woman in me
Fair skinned, blue eyed, blond
But with a smile
Like the light of dawn:
Friend healer mother teacher sister wife
She is a forest after rainfall
Lowland field of golden rice
The power of a storm to repel any threat
Hot-spring of healing water restoring body and mind.
I knew her thoughts by a look I’ve seen my father often
Across the distance of a room
Give my mother, then smile
Because each knows the other without words.
She and I were free but wise, children yet old
Holding hands in a land that holds only two—
And the image went on when I woke
True as the air I breathe
Every woman I looked upon that day
Seemed to smile, invite me to be with her, with a look
That escapes words, even in the most exquisite poetry.
Rayn Roberts 2016