Her Prayerful Breath Poem by Terry Collett

She sat on the grass
beneath the summer sun
looking at you
as if for the first time

and as she looked at you
you looked beyond her
at the distant sky
and how the clouds

resembled a woman’s bust
and how humorous it was
when an airplane
went right through

on its way to some far off land
and as she took your hand
she said things about love
and how she felt

and did you feel the same
and you taking the image
of the airplane
and woman’s entered bust

said oh yes of course
trying not to let it show
on your 14 year old face
how funny that image seemed

and not realizing how deeper
and more loving she was
back then beneath
that summer sky

with you thinking
of that day and her
and her later death
and you hearing

in the silence
of the drawn out dawn
her soft words
in her prayerful breath.