Journal Poetry

For a Woman Unknown

She appeared in that chair out of nowhere.
She seemed to me like a phantom – with a lightness of face and character such that she might float up and away had her shoes not tethered her to the spot.
This apparition might leave if not engaged, I thought, but I struggled with the words.
Where had she come from?
What was her story?
Who was she?
Even these simple questions had scattered from my mind like a handful of dropped coins.

I shifted to a language of grins and awkward body positions.
Surely she bore some essence of something divine.