by Bonnie Bostrom
She was a mirror until the sun struck. Shattering,
She was image on image; tiny glittering splinters.
In a Navajo blanket, with sunset painted
On her face,
She raised a Coca-Cola bottle as a sign
That she would be victorious.
She ran non-stop, fourteen miles
To stand in sweat before
A sacred statue,
Got caught at the same place in dreams,
Always nine miles from home.
She threw jeweled rings into the sky
To pass a certain test;
The proctor was invisible.
On an emergency room table, she
Irritated the staff by giving birth to all
The planets and letting oceans spill from her mouth.
At times she bowed and heard applause
From primordial places when
The script went well.
Then, her usual tricks with words didn’t work,
And the juggling got dangerous.
She saw Christ erupting from her heart,
Filling her bed with red and joy
But the world hadn’t ended for anybody else.
She gathered the brightest jigsaw pieces,
Tried forcing them into frames
Without cutting to the quick;
Saw them beckon,
Demanding her allegiance
To each shining part.
She flew away with them
Into the sun.
Her children suffered some but thought her
Entertaining when she danced.
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