The door opened and she stepped in. That is when everything stopped and Every word dripped from the ceiling, Into the pond where eyeless fish waited Where thin emotional fronds waved Soaking in the barest of nutrients.
The door opened and the din disappeared. Everything became as clear as mountain Air rushing through the gasping lungs Of a hillside runner, as light off volcanic Glass in a field of ancient dreams retold In the fragments of necessary protection.
The door opened and the stagnant breath Of the book-filled study rushed into space Full of metaphors of feeling, capsules To the stars and generations to explain How the small girl with freckles burned Elements into life with her smile.