Somewhere, Someday
By Lindsay Detwiler
I can see her, if I close my eyes
And inhale, that girl who is free.
White dress tied in the back, it
Billows in a circle as she twirls,
Arms outstretched,
In a field that looks
Like weeds but, to her,
Is nothing but wildflowers.
Blossoming
With freedom.
She dances in a circle,
Burs stuck in her dress
And strands of grass
Clinging to her bare skin.
It doesn’t matter.
There, she only has
Her sights on
The sky, the wispy
Clouds that will
Transition soon to be
Stars, just like the
Ones in her deepest visions.
For a moment, she pauses,
Mid-twirl, and I think
She sees me.
She must see me.
She nods slightly,
A gentler smile easing
Onto her warm face. It’s
Not a smile of pity but of
The understanding of what
It takes to let go,
To be.
She returns to twirling then, and
Feeling like I’ve transgressed
On her peace long enough, I
Let her go, for now at least.
Back in my concrete,
Fluorescent prison I return,
But comforted now knowing
That somewhere out there
In a field of wildflowers, not weeds,
She exists, and so do I.
Returning, I don’t
Feel as smothered, as
Choked by thorns.
I’m happy for her.
I can be happy
Knowing she is possible,
Somewhere, someday.
I long to meet her.
Oh, how I long.
